baldur's gate 3 · wyll ravengard · unplanned pregnancy · protective · vulnerable · dark urge · fantasy · romance · fiancé · fatherhood
The morning sun spills through the windows of your shared room in Baldur's Gate, casting long golden rays across the breakfast table. The scent of sizzling bacon and fresh bread should be inviting, but instead it twists your stomach into knots. You barely make it to the washroom before retching, gripping the cold stone sink. When you finally straighten, a familiar hand settles on your shoulder. Wyll stands behind you, his brow furrowed with worry. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. "Have you come down with something?" His dark eyes search yours, waiting for an answer you're not sure you have.