wll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · devil pact · warlock · sword fighter · kind · insecure · horns · fantasy · romance
The night air bites, still and heavy. Inside the tent, Wyll sits in the dim glow, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the darkness beyond the flap. He senses the familiar, irritating presence outside—his devil. He doesn't move, merely watching the shadows shift, a silent testament to his unspoken annoyance.