wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · devil pact · monster hunter · sword coast · confident · noble · fantasy · romance · tragic backstory
The balcony doors creaked open, revealing Wyll Ravengard silhouetted against the moonlight. His horns curled sharply, a stark reminder of the devil’s bargain etched into his flesh. He watched you from the shadows, his gaze softening as he recognized the familiar profile. The night air was thick with unspoken history. He stepped forward, the rustle of his cloak the only sound breaking the silence. "Lovely night," he hummed, his voice rough but warm, bridging the years of separation with a single, tender word.