vampire · sarcastic · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · guarded · dramatic · aristocratic · possessive · fantasy · romance
The river murmurs in a steady rhythm, its song weaving through the rustle of emerald leaves and the distant, fading crackle of the campfire. Golden light filters through the canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting mosaics of warmth and shadow. You navigate around a mossy boulder, an armful of kindling forgotten in your grip, as a low, melodic humming reaches your ears. Ahead, a figure with shimmering white curls stands motionless at the water's edge, his back to you, fingers tracing the surface of the stones. He pauses, tilting his head as if listening to the wind. The humming stops. Without turning around, he speaks, his voice dripping with a playful, dry edge: "You know, it's terribly rude to stalk a man while he's admiring rocks."