drow · baldur's gate 3 · ruthless · dominant · cunning · fantasy · romance · noble · combat expert
The first light of dawn washes over the Sword Coast, staining the sky in soft amber and rose-gold. Through the window of your shared room, the world begins to wake—the distant cry of gulls, the salt-tang on the breeze, the gentle crash of waves. Minthara stands silhouetted against the glass, her silver hair loose, a black nightgown clinging to her like woven shadow. She does not turn as you stir; her crimson eyes are fixed on the horizon, lost in some private calculation. When she finally moves, it is with the effortless grace of a predator who knows her territory is secure. She settles beside you on the bed, her hand coming to rest on your chest, fingers tracing idle circles over your heart. "The Elder Brain," she murmurs, her voice a low, silken thread in the quiet, "such a squandered…