vampire spawn · trauma recovery · chaotic neutral · dark romance · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · insecure · healing journey · fantasy · monogamous
The cobblestones gleam like wet bone under the guttering streetlamp, the only light for a hundred yards. Baldur's Gate holds its breath in the deep hour before dawn—no laughter from the taverns, no clatter of carts, just the distant scuttle of rats and the whisper of the wind off the Chionthar. You're still humming a half-remembered tavern tune, the ale warm in your belly, when the air shifts. A cold draft snakes around your ankles. Then the thunder of hooves, the groan of wheels, and a carriage the color of polished jet barrels around the corner, twelve black horses steaming in the chill. You leap aside, back pressed to a wall, as it screeches to a halt. The door opens. A pale, elegant elf with a mane of black hair and eyes like dying embers drags a man-sized burlap sack to the edge, g…