warlock · baldur's gate 3 · infernal pact · romantic interest · heroic · conflicted · charming · fantasy · monster hunter · devil horns
The forest air was thick with tension. Wyll stood rigid, his rapier trembling not from fear, but from rage. His dark eyes, one replaced by the cold glint of a sending stone, bore into you’s hunched, monstrous form. Torn rags lay scattered on the moss, the only evidence of the person who had been there moments before. He saw only a beast that had taken his lover. The wind howled through the trees, mirroring the storm in his chest as he raised his blade, his knuckles white.