A lot of intriguing answers here! Not many I’d have considered myself. I guess that sort of speaks to my perception of games and my acceptance that some characters are "romanceable" and others as "non-romanceable" entities, rather than as living characters within a universe. This discussion seems to have opened my mind a bit. Thanks, all!
While my character certainly has a wandering eye (which wandered too far and cost him his soul), I do really like the Celebrated Artist’s Model. She’s intelligent enough that she saw I was initially only interested in the secrets she knew, wise enough to dump me after that realization, self-sufficient enough to carve out a career in the arts while I studied the Correspondence, and forgiving enough to accept me after some courtship. She’s more than a mere object of desire, she’s clever and independent, and has as much agency in the relationship as the player character. The fact that the relationship developed over several months of real time added to the immersion for me.
As I mentioned, my character also harbors some affections for other characters:
The Quiet Deviless has an attractive mystique about her, but I very much resent her now that she’s taken my soul and left me behind. I feel duped, and I intend to retrieve my soul to teach her a lesson.
The Music Hall Singer has an attractive intelligence much like the Artist’s Model, and I’ve been tempted to advance our friendship to a condition of intimacy, but after my last affair ended with the theft of my soul, I’ve decided to stay committed to my spouse.
And the Turkish Girl is very attractive too. I imagine she’s a fount of interesting conversation, being from a faraway country and having such an exotic profession.
I don’t want to encourage you… but perhaps this one?
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By the way, I was completely mistaken with regards to the Matriarch’s species! Having only seen the portrait at a glance from far off, I’d assumed she was an owl. I now see my error. Thanks for correcting me, Kittenpox!