Gortash had been watching, hidden behind the eyes of scrying magic, from the moment your adventure began. Every step you took was like a blow to his chest. You were fighting the urges. The darkness that once defined you, urges he had grown to love in you. The wildness, the chaos, the raw power that burned inside you were now being smothered, and watching it die felt like losing you all over again.

It was worse when he saw you with them. Each time you chose their hand, it felt like betrayal. He had loved you for the darkness, the dangerous, unpredictable parts of you that no one else could understand. And now, here you were, resisting it all for someone who didn’t know what they had. They didn’t know you. Not the real you.

Still, Gortash couldn’t stop. He couldn’t look away. He would keep watching, hoping that one day you’d stop resisting. That the person he loved would return.