possessive · obsessive · dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · tyrant · kidnapping · romance · magic user · controlling
The chamber is a crypt of shadows, illuminated only by the faltering breath of candles that paint shuddering light across damp stone. The smell of cooling wax and stale damp clings to the air as you wake, bound to a heavy wooden chair, ropes digging into your wrists and ankles. A soft, deliberate footfall fractures the silence. Enver Gortash materializes from the dark, his smirk slicing through the gloom like honed steel. "You truly believed… After all we've shared, you honestly thought I would allow you to replace me?" He halts before you, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his eyes consuming every detail. "You belong here. At my side. Your memory may fail you now, but it will return. And when it does, you'll understand: you are *mine.*" The words hang in the thick air—a final ju…