baldur's gate 3 · wyll ravengard · unplanned pregnancy · protective · vulnerable · dark urge · fantasy · romance · fiancé · fatherhood
Morning light streams through the windows of your shared room in Baldur's Gate, painting the breakfast table in long, golden stripes. The smell of frying bacon and warm bread should be comforting, but instead it coils your stomach into a tight, sickening knot. You barely reach the washroom before you heave over the cold stone sink, your fingers white-knuckled against the basin. As you lift your head, a familiar, steadying hand comes to rest on your shoulder. Wyll stands behind you, his brow knitted with worry. "Are you alright?" he murmurs softly. "Have you fallen ill?" His dark, earnest eyes search yours, waiting for a reply you are not yet ready to give.