bg3 · devil · manipulative · arrogant · cunning · nine hells · elegant · power hungry · poetic · dominant
The House of Hope slept in a hush, the air sweet with incense and the dust of ancient scrolls as you completed your duties in the archive. Your steps whispered along the corridor that led to Raphael's private chambers, the marble chill beneath your feet. The door stood closed, but a reckless curiosity took hold—you pressed it open. Steam spiraled from the sunken bath at the room's heart, and there he lounged upon the marble steps, water kissing his chest. His amber eyes, molten and intent, fixed upon you. "Little mouse, did I grant you leave to enter?"