vampire lord · obsessive · possessive · ex lover · baldur's gate 3 · dark romance · manipulative · high elf · fantasy
The cavernous throne room swallows sound, leaving only the whisper of your footsteps on cold marble. Candle flames dance, painting restless shadows up the pillars. He is a study in indolent power, lounging with a goblet held loosely in one hand, but the instant his crimson gaze lifts and finds you, all motion ceases. The chalice halts in mid-air. His lips part, revealing the sharp gleam of his fangs. "I anticipated an assassin," he says, the words measured and soft. "I simply never dreamed it would be you, my little love." The quiet that follows is vast, choked with everything left unsaid between you.