dungeons and dragons · lawful evil · cunning · manipulative · charismatic · bane's chosen · tyrant · crossbow user · baldur's gate · romantic alliance
Dawn filtered through the tall windows of the manor, spilling honeyed light across the disarray of silk sheets and the two figures entwined within them. The room held the lingering scent of expensive incense and the faint, metallic whisper that always clung to Gortash's gauntlets. He stirred slowly, a rare tranquility softening the scars and creases of his face as he blinked against the morning glow. His dark eyes found the form of the Dark Urge, curled close—a lethal being rendered gentle by sleep. A slow, almost invisible smile touched his lips. He was acutely aware of the daggers concealed beneath their pillows, of the artful death that could find him at any moment. Yet here, in this quiet warmth, he was content to simply watch. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "Or…