Here's a bigger project I've been working on for a while. The tiefling refugees are all pretty close to my heart, so I wanted to give them the love they deserve. A few of them are still missing, but I'm already planning another set for the kids!
Unfortunately, I can't add as many tags as there are characters, so feel free to tag your favorite underrated tiefling!
Oooookay, sorry for playing the boomer. I figured I need to leave the tags here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go bury myself out of sheer shame.
Okay, a few notes before the content of the post itself:
So, I ended up writing brief scenarios for the four bachelors featured here that all lead into the first kiss and provide some setup for each. I let myself run a bit wild by thinking about how a romantic relationship would develop, how that would culminate into the first kiss, and then what later kisses would look like during an established relationship.
Hope you enjoy!
Edited on 07/29/26: I made a few revisions to Zevlor's section. I used the term courting incorrectly, so I corrected the language to reflect that Zevlor and Tav would be exploring a relationship together instead of Zevlor courting Tav. 😊
First Kisses With The Tiefling Bachelors - [Cal] [Rolan] [Zevlor] [Dammon]
Cal-
Breathtaking, all-encompassing, adoring
After arriving in Baldur’s Gate, helping where he could in the city’s relief efforts, and then, finally, settling in, Cal has gotten the chance to think of more than just the next day on the road and what that may bring.
So, when time and schedules permit, Cal enjoys spending time with you, walking through the city’s markets, visiting local taverns, and walking the streets taking in the sights.
When Cal first realizes that he has feelings for you, he might also be a bit intimidated by the fact that you are a Hero of Baldur’s Gate—even if he did witness (and politely did not draw attention to) how you occasionally fumbled around the Emerald Grove or Last Light Inn.
He is fully aware that you are a person, but you’re a person who has accomplished much. So the time that he gets to spend exploring the city with you helps him get to know you as more than just the intrepid adventurer who saved him and his family once or three times.
The two of you share inside jokes and dissolve into fits of laughter. You tease each other, and you enjoy whiling away the evenings together. You are wholly yourself with him, and that realization leaves him breathlessly giddy.
And, in being wholly yourself with him, you share bits and pieces about yourself that you might not have readily done with anyone else—tales from the road, books that you have read, memories of places in the city. He begins to do the same. He’ll share stories about Elturel and the things he loved about growing up there.
And, sometimes, when the days are hard and the memories are heavy, you two will sit in silence, simply taking comfort in the other person being there.
As time goes on, you learn that Cal enjoys physical touch, and if you assure him that you are comfortable with it, he will sometimes pause to take your hand or hug you. He is the first to suggest a dance if the bards at the Blushing Mermaid strike up a tune, and he will clumsily sweep across the floor with you.
It’s in those moments of shared joy that he realizes how much he adores you and would very much so like to kiss you.
Perhaps after a turn (or five) the music comes to an abrupt halt, and the two of you are left breathless and dizzy, mouths so close that you are sharing in the other’s breath. Cal cracks a smile at you, and his eyes flick to your lips.
And the rowdy tavern falls away around the two of you as you lean in and kiss, Cal’s wrapping one arm around your waist as he rests his other hand at the base of your neck.
Perhaps after the kiss, just to check, he’ll say, “So… I’m hoping I’m not reading too much into things here, but that was really nice. I really like you and… I’d really like to do that again. The kissing part. And the dancing. And, well, whatever else you might like to do too. To be clear, I think I’m falling for you.”
From there, Cal will greet you with a tender kiss. He will regularly reach for your hand. His favorite outings with you will likely involve finding a grassy, cool place where the two of you can lay and doze in the other’s arms.
Rolan
Heated, passionate, and perhaps a little bit sudden. However, not unwelcome.
I think that a first kiss with Rolan can happen in a multitude of ways (just like I do for any of the characters on this list). So while I may share one of two ideas, trust me when I say that I could make an entire series out of how a first kiss with him might go down.
For starters, when Rolan does realize that he has feelings for you, he does so with no small amount of frustration. Is he frustrated with you? Himself? These damn emotions that, evidently, went unchecked and grew, nay flourished, unabated? He doesn’t know! Zurgan, he took his eyes off things for five minutes and came back to a heart pounding with longing for you.
Over the course of spending evenings in comfortable silence with him, you working on a project or reading while he studies, a sense of camaraderie and, dare he admit it, affection began to take form.
In that time as well, you two have developed a comfortable sort of banter—it’s two parts teasing, one part sincerity sometimes delivered as blunt honesty, and wholly yours. And Rolan loves it—even more because it’s something that comes so easily for you two.
Rolan does sit on his feelings for you, because he wants to confirm that he isn’t merely infatuated and that whatever affections he holds for you don’t blow over with the turn of the season. To be clear, he waits an agonizingly long time and there may, in fact, have been a season change in there, but he’s the only one suffering here. At least, he thinks so.
But with the passage of time, what he feared was a fleeting fancy proved itself to be a deep yearning affection that was, indeed, love.
Once again, he was left frustrated that his feelings chose to run off on a tear and, seemingly, had a mind of their own. All he knows is that he is in love with you and he can only wonder if you feel the same. He does know, however, that if he doesn’t tell you, then he is going to be left with a gnawing pain in his chest every time he thinks about you and wonders what could have been had he just… confessed.
On the day that he confesses to you, his mind is abuzz. He worries that his responses could be misconstrued or that he is, perhaps, coming across as too harsh in how he replies to you. All he knows is that he is flustered and when you smile at him that way, all he can think about is how much he wants to lean in and kiss you.
He can’t focus on his studies, and his gaze keeps wandering over to where you are sitting, totally oblivious to his turmoil. Which is likely for the best.
You might make a teasing comment which, on another day, would have been met with an eye roll and a smirk. But for whatever reason, Rolan is reduced to a flustered mess. He might manage to bluster something back in rebuttal, but it simply doesn’t land.
At this point, you can see that Rolan is bothered. He can’t seem to focus on his work, which is very uncommon; he keeps getting up and pacing to and from the study’s balcony, his tail lashing behind him like it does when he is frustrated; also, he’s struggling to look you directly in the eye, which is very out of the ordinary for him.
Perhaps you voice your concern and ask if he needs some space—maybe he needs some time alone to think on whatever is bothering him. You’re fairly certain it isn’t you, but you won’t know if he doesn’t tell you. And, knowing Rolan, he will be very forthcoming if you have done something to upset him.
Hearing your question is enough to give him pause. The tension will leave his shoulders and he will exhale slowly and apologize.
He will ask if he can come sit with you and he will say, “In the past several months, I have come to realize that I am deeply in love with you, and instead of being forthcoming, I have sat and stewed and let myself be eaten alive by the thought of what would happen, or whom might earn the honor of your affections, if I did not tell you. I love you.”
Now, if you gently tease him but reciprocate his feelings, he might roll his eyes, huff a laugh and say “Gods, you are infuriating,” before leaning in and kissing you. It is sudden, certainly, but as it continues, it grows all the more heated and passionate.
From there, when the two of you settle into the cadence of a relationship with one another, he will press quick kisses to your temples as he walks past you while you are working. When teasing turns into flirting, it’s just a matter of time before one of you cracks and kisses the other, forgetting everything else… just for a moment.
Zevlor-
Tender, romantic, and slow.
A first kiss with Zevlor may happen shortly after one of you professes your love for the other, or it could happen months after the fact. He is a patient man who is content to follow his partner’s lead. So he is happy to take things slow with you so long as he knows that his feelings are reciprocated.
If the two of you explore a relationship this way, then it might not be uncommon for you two to go on an evening stroll through Bloomdridge Park; before parting for the evening, he may linger there, cast his eyes down to your hand, raise it up, and lay a gentle kiss over your knuckles. If you enjoyed that gesture, then he will continue to do this as way of greeting, farewell, and sometimes as a quiet show of affection.
Sometimes, he’ll lift your hand to his lips and lay a soft kiss there whilst the two of you are talking or sharing in a silence marked by your contentment.
When he is trying to ground himself, he may lay a kiss against your palm and hold your hand there, taking comfort in your warmth.
Though Zevlor might not have much experience in matters of the heart, he still has some. Of course, his experience as a soldier has him searching for what he might term the most “strategic” opportunity to lean in, smile softly, and ask, ever so gently, if he can kiss you.
Which is to say, Zevlor wants to plan the first kiss you two share, because he wants to get across that you mean the world to him.
He doesn’t want it to be a spur of the moment thing, because nothing about how he feels for you is abrupt.
If he has the luxury to plan everything out, he will take it. For him, this is a chance to learn more about you and all of the things you love, and he will pay attention to your favorite places, your favorite weather, season, meals, etc.
So, short of a disaster occurring, he will do everything to make the kiss perfect as possible.
Which isn’t to say that his nerves won’t get the best of him—you’re amazing, after all.
Suffice it to say, whatever he prepares is nothing short of breathtaking.
Granted, if the evening doesn't end in a kiss, he isn't going to be bothered--there are plenty of nights ahead, and whatever happens will happen in due course.
Regardless of when you two kiss for the first time, Zevlor is a ball of nerves. He tells himself that he is maintaining a solid facade, but you know his tells--the way his tail swishes when he's overthinking or how he clears his throat when he fears that his words will abandon him.
And when the two of you do kiss for the first time, he might bump his nose against yours and huff out a weak laugh before trying again. Or he might lean forward too much and have you arching your back a smidge too much.
If he rests his hands on your arms, you might notice he’s shaking. Just a little. Sometimes his nerves get the better of him.
But it’s wonderful, and it will leave you a little breathless (which he will apologize for with a nervous laugh).
From there, Zevlor will become a great deal more affectionate. He might press a kiss to your temple while you’re working, or he might walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head in your hair and coiling his tail around your leg.
Dammon-
Gentle, a little playful, might make your legs wobble a bit
Dammon has a fairly easygoing nature, so for him, to tease and flirt comes fairly easy, and he loves flirting with you if he knows you’re enjoying it too--or at the very least amused by it.
He likes taking you by surprise with a well-placed compliment or a risqué statement made in passing. He’s very good at it too, and he has an infuriatingly sly smile when his statement takes a second or two to register with someone and then they whip their head around to look at him.
However, because he enjoys flirting and is generally just comfortable in himself, it is possible that, sometimes, his interest in another might be misconstrued as nothing more than him being him and bantering along.
So you might be flirting back and thinking nothing of it. Conversely, if you’re not much of one for flirting but you don’t mind if others tease you in a flirtatious manner, you might just roll your eyes and write off what Dammon is saying as his regular way of interacting—in which case, he will have to make a particular effort to convey that he is, in fact, trying to express interest in you.
A first kiss with Dammon would happen after he has managed to establish that, no, he is not just flirting for the sake of flirting. No, he is expressing a keen interest in you and wants you to know.
When he does tell you, he will make a point to not put you on the spot. He doesn’t want to do anything too elaborate, but he still wants the moment to be special in its own way.
At some point, while renting the building that serves as his home and storefront, he pulled together a small sitting space for visitors and friends near his forge—close enough that they can talk and get his attention if they need something, but not so close that the heat from the furnace is unbearable.
Perhaps one evening, you’re sitting there, talking with him some but also working on a project or reading a book while he puts the finishing touches on a commission. The sun is setting over the city, and the streets are slowly emptying. There are a few folk about, but they’re quite involved in their own business.
Dammon is waiting for the right time, and it just happens to be when he moves to quench the steel, and the sound of hot metal hitting water or oil makes you lift your head.
You look up at him, and he smiles a bit crookedly and then, instead of one of his usual flirtatious remarks, he says, “I don’t think I could ever tire of this sight,” while holding your gaze.
He’ll step away to come sit with you, perhaps apologize for smelling like a forge, but then he’ll smile softly. “I adore you.” The sincerity in his words and the affection in his eyes is enough to leave you floored.
If you reciprocate, he will take your hand in his and lean forward, resting his brow against yours.
The first kiss would be gentle at first, giving you the chance to draw back if you have any second thoughts; however, if you lean closer, Dammon will follow suit and kiss you until you’re breathless.
From there, whenever you visit him, he is quick to step away from his work to greet you with a heady kiss that, were he not to hold onto your waist, might leave you unsteady on your feet. And then, whenever he passes you as he works, he’ll give you a quick peck and let his hand linger over yours for a second or two longer.
Border art by @/saradika
Banner images came from BG3 wikis, one came from Nerd Stash. Edited in Canva.
Summary: You run into a rather handsome tiefling refugee in the grove, a blacksmith named Dammon. At the party celebrating the victory against the goblins you celebrate with him.
Author’s Note: I hope this makes up for my not so great day yesterday. I am more proud of this one, I must admit. And I love Dammon so much. I want to write about him so much more in the future.
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, reader has a vagina, virgin!reader, no gendered pronouns for reader, Karlach attempting to be your wing girl, oral sex, missionary, outdoor sex, not beta read
The air was filled with the sound of celebration. Tieflings had gathered at your camp, rejoicing over your companions’ efforts and yours to clear the area of goblins. The road to Baldur’s Gate was still going to be tough but at least they had one less danger to worry about.
You stood by Karlach as you watched the partygoers, lost in your own thoughts. You could feel the warmth radiating from her as she spoke. The heat was a reminder that her engine wasn’t quite fixed yet. You needed to find internal iron and get it to Dammon as soon as possible.
You were doing it to help Karlach, of course, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like having an excuse to talk to the blacksmith. The tiefling was handsome, soft-spoken, and a truly kind soul. Sometimes you would have to force him to take your coin because he insisted on mending your armor for free. He was good, too good almost. And it made your heart flutter to be near him.
“Hello? Are you in there? Hope that parasite isn’t chewing away at your brain,” Karlach says, waving her hand in your face. You blink as she pulls you back to reality.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” you ask.
“Do you have anyone in your sights for tonight?” she asks, her voice a bit quieter than usual as if she doesn’t want to draw attention to the conversation.
“What do you mean?”
“I would shove you if it wouldn’t burn you. You know what I mean. Sex. You know…adrenaline running high, blowing off some steam. If there’s any time for a one-night stand it’s a party like this, am I right?” she says.
You feel your face heat up at her words, becoming a bit flustered at her suggestion. Her expression is giddy as she waits for a reply.
“I, umm—I guess. I haven’t given it much thought. Do you have anyone in mind?” you ask.
“Well, yeah. Shadowheart has been in my mind lately. But other times Astarion is on it. But it doesn’t really matter if I can’t touch either, you know? So what about you?”
“There isn’t anybody,” you say.
“Bullshit. Come on, let me live vicariously through you,” Karlach insists.
You take a deep breath as your eyes run over the camp, landing on Dammon. He sits between Ikaron and Asharak as the three men talk. For a brief moment, his gaze meets your own. You dart your eyes away, nervous at the mere idea of getting caught staring.
“Fine. I like Dammon,” you say.
“Really? Well, what are you waiting for? Go get the hottie. I’ll even call him over here. Hey, Da—“
“Karlach, no! Stop it,” you shush her. You fight the urge to cover her mouth, not wanting to get your skin scorched off.
“What, why? The worst he can say is no,” she says.
“It’s not that. I’ve never…” your voice trails off and you can sense that Karlach understands.
“I get it. I won’t bug you over it anymore. But it looks like someone else might,” she says, tilting her head a bit.
Your eyes follow where she’s pointing to see Dammon, quietly observing you from afar.
“Shit,” you say.
“Don’t be nervous. Go get him,” Karlach says.
Her words encourage you, even if it’s only a little. Just enough to get your feet moving in the right direction. You try to calm yourself once you’re finally standing in front of the tiefling.
“Hi, I’m glad you finally came over. We were just talking about you,” Dammon says. He smiles as he looks up at you from his spot on the boulder.
“Yeah, about how I wouldn’t be drinking this Firestill if you hadn’t saved our hides. We owe you a great deal,” Asharak says before sipping his drink.
“You don’t owe me anything. I’m just glad you’re all safe,” you say.
“I beg to differ. Do you mind if I have a word with you?” Dammon asks.
The butterflies come back, a fluttering in your stomach as you nod. He stands up and leads you to the riverbank, out of earshot of others.
“I mean it, thank you. I’ll find a way to make it up to you. You deserve something for the trouble you went through for us,” he says.
You shake your head as you look at him.
“No. You’re already doing so much for Karlach. If anything that more than covers it,” you say.
“But what about you. I want to do something for you,” he says.
Damon’s hand moves slowly towards yours, almost as if he expects you to stop him. But you don’t, letting his fingers wrap around your own until he’s holding your hand. You can feel your eyes widen a bit at the action.
“Are you…coming on to me?” you ask.
“Only if you want it. If I’m overstepping just tell me,” he says.
“You’re not. To be completely honest I was already thinking about it but I was just scared…” your voice trails off.
“Scared?” he questions.
“I’ve never had sex before,” you say.
There’s a moment of silence between the two of you. Dammon’s thumb moves against your hand, rubbing it.
“That’s okay. If you trust me enough to be your first then I’d love to give you that experience. I’ll take it as slow as you need. And if you want to stop, we stop,” he says.
“I would love that, Dammon,” you say, a smile spreading across your face.
“Then let’s find somewhere quiet,” he says.
He leads you by the hand into the forest and for a brief second, you can see Karlach out of the corner of your eye giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up. You stifle your laugh as the blacksmith leads you away from camp. You pass the caravan holding the refugee’s belongings on the way and Dammon pulls out a bedroll from the wagon, tucking it under his arm and grabbing your hand once more.
He leads you to a small clearing in the woods, far enough away that nobody at camp would be able to hear you. It was as private as you could possibly get in a forest but you weren’t complaining.
Dammon spread the bedroll out on the ground and gently pulled you down to sit with him.
“Still want to do this?” he asks, turning in the spot where he sits. His body leans in slightly as he looks at you, waiting for your go ahead.
“Absolutely,” you say before closing the space between the two of you, kissing him.
You feel his lips curl, smiling as he kisses you back. Bringing his hand up to you, he caresses your face, his claws grazing at your skin.
His lips are soft, just as you had imagined far too many times in the grove. And his hands, which slowly moved down your body, were rough. Calloused and strong from years of working as a blacksmith.
He pulls away from your lips only to place them back on your skin, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. You feel his hand slip under the hem of your shirt and he pauses.
“May I?” he asks, hand remaining still.
You give him a nod and he smiles, lifting your shirt to reveal your skin underneath. He continues to kiss you, making his way down your body.
You lie down against the bedroll as he pecks your skin, occasionally sucking at your soft flesh. You were sure you’d have an entire line of marks down your body by daybreak.
His lips linger above your waist before slowly taking off your pants. You're left in only your underwear and to your surprise he kisses you through them, pressing his lips on the fabric. A gasp comes from you when he does it again, kissing your pussy through the fabric. He watches you as his forked tongue comes out of his mouth, slowly licking a stripe up the garment. Your hips jerk when he grazes across your clit and he chuckles at the sight before pulling your underwear off altogether.
“I want to taste you. If you don’t mind,” he says.
“Please do,” you say.
You can feel your body tremble from excitement. Any lingering feeling of nervousness slowly washed away when Dammon’s tongue began to move over the skin of your cunt.
He slowly licks up the lips of your pussy before flicking at your clit. He brings his mouth up to it, wrapping his lips around it and gently sucking. You moan as he gently circles the bud with his tongue. He stays like that for a while, tasting every inch of you until your legs shake and your body moves, grinding against his face.
“Gods, you are perfect,” he says once he pulls away, a glistening sheen across his face thanks to you.
He stands up, hands moving to take off his own clothes. As he takes off his pants your eyes lock onto his cock. It stands on its own, already hard with a bead of precum dripping from the head. It matches the rest of him, same skin tone with ridges lining the base. As he kneels in front of you you can see that they go down the front of the cock as well.
He moves over your body, kissing you once again. It’s soft, caring even, and you want to whine when his lips part from yours.
“Remember, if you want to stop for any reason, let me know,” he says.
“I will,” you say.
His hand guides his cock into you, pushing in slowly. He watches you for any discomfort and when he’s in, waits for you to adjust. He’s of average size but you still take a moment, getting used to the fullness as you lie under him. There’s a tiny bit of pain, a light searing feeling but it goes away as quickly as it comes. When you’re ready you give him a light nod.
He holds your legs as he rocks his hips into yours. His pace is slow at first, thrusting into you gently. He moves with care, working you open with his cock as he listens to you moan.
“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks, a moan falling from his own lips.
You can’t answer right away, not verbally at least. The sensation of the ridges lining his cock moving inside of you steals your breath away. You whimper, your cunt clenching around him as he drags those ridges against you.
“Do you want more?” he asks, bringing his head down to your ear.
“Yes, please,” is all you can manage to say. The pleasure you were feeling was like nothing else you had ever experienced and he just got started.
Dammon’s hands drag up the length of your thigh, pushing them back as his thrusts quicken. His pace is steady and every thrust is just hard enough to make you slowly fall apart.
He groans as he fucks you, tail swishing behind him as he does so. You can feel heat rising in your body, pooling at your core. Every thrust seems to stir that feeling, making it grow stronger. Your pussy flutters around Dammon’s cock and before you fully realize what’s happening, something snaps within you and ecstasy washes over.
“Fuck, Dammon!” It comes out in the form of a squeal, lust-driven as you wrap yourself around him.
“Yes, gods, cum around my cock,” he says.
The feeling of you tightening around him and the sounds of your moans stir him on, making him drive his cock into you faster. He fucks you through your orgasm and keeps going until he reaches his own, pulling out and cumming just above your pussy on your lower abdomen.
The tiefling nearly crashes on top of you, meeting your lips once again. You wrap your hand around one of his horns and hold him there, losing yourself in him.
When you finally part he lies down beside you.
“Are you okay?” he asks, turning his head to look at you.
His face is illuminated by the moonlight and in that moment you feel entranced by him.
“More than okay. Can I tell you a secret?” you ask.
He nods his head as his eyes wander over your face.
“I like you. A lot,” you say.
He chuckles and brings his hand up to your face, tracing his thumb over your cheek.
“I know. I wouldn’t have offered this if I didn’t suspect as much. And I like you too. I like you very much actually,” he says.
“I’m glad,” you say.
“When you find me in Baldur’s Gate maybe we can…explore how much we like each other?” he asks.
You smile and cuddle up next to him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close, as he kisses your forehead.
Can I request headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor realising his/their feelings for gn reader please?
THEIR FEELINGS
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! Again I’m terribly sorry for taking such a long time to finish this. I hope you enjoy <3
DISCLAIMER: Might be ooc, No gender mentioned, “You” being used, Not proofread
WARNINGS: Just mentions of sex in Haarlep’s part.
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Haarlep:
Haarlep doesn’t “fall in love” or at least thats what they think. Incusbuses do *not* fall in love, especially with a simple mortal like yourself. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you see it) they felt a pang in their chest anytime they saw you. It wasn’t bad in a sense that it hurt, but it took their breath away. The meaningless flirting was slowly turning real as Haarlep complimented you for the thousandth time today. They didn’t really know when the feelings started, only that they felt them now. Maybe it was because instead of sex, you just wanted their company or maybe your beauty was the reason. Haarlep has never felt this way before. Sure they felt arousal but never the flutter of their heart when you smiled at their silly ways of flirting. Haarlep didn’t know when it really started, but they know the feelings were real.
Dammon:
Dammon didn’t talk to you much as you usually were with your other companions, but when he did he was a smiley blushy mess. It was almost obvious to everyone except you somehow. You were kind and sweet to him. At first he thought it was just because he helped fixed Karlach’s heart, I mean who would be cruel to someone who saved their friend’s life. Then he kept seeing you more and more when you finally reach Baldur’s Gate. Whether you were just going shopping or had some business to take care of, you always stopped by his forge. Slowly the crush he had suddenly developed into full fledged feelings for you. His shyness went up even more, to the point where you even noticed it now. Dammon couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, which only just proved his feelings for you were real.
Rolan:
Rolan thought you were simply breathtaking when he first saw you, but he didn’t catch real feelings until later. At first he just thought you were an annoying good-looking good samaritan as you kept saving the lives of him and his siblings. Then it blossomed into more when you saved him one last time, this time from Lorroakan. You started to visit him at the tower, even if you two just sat in the library the entire day. It didn’t help you loved to help him anyway you can with his magic. Rolan could cast the easiest of spells yet you were there cheering him on. Rolan wouldn’t shy away from you, no he wanted to spend more time with you. Even if you smile and caused his stomach to flip. The simplest of things like eating you made him excited for. As he spent more time, the more his feelings grew and soon he couldn’t get enough of you.
Zevlor:
Zevlor fell when he saw how strong you were. Taking lead into a fight, proving how strong of a fighter you were. It was very appealing to Zevlor. At first, he pushed away those feelings. After everything he’s been through, Zevlor didn’t want to hurt you. Yet, you kept pushing further in until he let himself fall for you. Zevlor always looked forward to you visiting him on your down time. Sitting down and just talking or even going out to eat was amazing. His stomach was full of butterflies as his heart best wildly in his chest, just because you smiled at him. Zevlor was surprisingly good at hiding his feeling. It didn’t make them any less intense. Just sitting down with you was enough to keep him smiling and happy.
