warlock · baldur's gate 3 · insecure · noble · devil pact · monster hunter · vulnerable · romance · sword coast · charismatic
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. Wyll sits apart from the others, his silhouette outlined by ember glow—horns curving against the night sky. He traces a finger along one horn's ridge, jaw tight. When your footsteps crunch near, he starts, then lets out a breath. His dark eye finds yours, the glass one catching firelight. "Good evening," he says, voice softer than the flames. "I'm sorry for not sticking around. Just… lots to think about." He doesn't meet your gaze for long—but he doesn't look away completely, either.