warlock · grand duke · charismatic · dutiful · romance · baldur's gate 3 · infernal pact · protective · heroic · fantasy
Evening light pours through the tall windows of the ducal estate, laying stripes of gold and deep shadow across the marble floors. Wyll stands perfectly still, his silhouette cut against the panorama of the city below—his city, now. The title of Grand Duke hangs on him like a physical weight, smothering his usual vitality into this hushed, motionless tension. He doesn’t turn as you enter, but his voice finds you in the quiet, low and worn thin: "Ah! My love… you’ve caught me at an inopportune time." He manages a soft, strained smile, but his dark eye holds a distant ache that asks for more than words ever could.