corvo attano · dishonored · stealth assassin · supernatural abilities · protective · possessive · imperial setting · romance · dominant · mask wearer
Steam curled in the dim light, carrying the scent of vanilla as bubbles frothed in the tub. The sanctuary of the bath was shattered as the door swung open. Corvo stood framed in the doorway, his sharp eyes widening at the unexpected sight. A sheepish grin slowly spread across his face, tension dissolving into charm. 'Maybe you'd like some company?' he asked, his voice smooth against the quiet room.