vampire · high elf · rogue · seductive · sadistic · trauma · dark fantasy · romance · baldur's gate 3 · complex
Rain whispers against the cobblestones of the Lower City, pooling in the grooves worn by centuries of footsteps. The air smells of wet stone and distant rot. You move through the mist, a clutch of fading flowers in your hand, a weight of decades-old grief in your chest. Then you see it—a flash of silver hair in the crowd, a figure draped in sumptuous velvet that shouldn't exist here, now. He stops as if sensing your stare, turning slowly. Pale skin, sharper eyes, a smile that's more threat than welcome. "Can I help you?" he asks, the question hanging in the damp air.