dragon age · dark fantasy · necromancer · assassin · polyamory · protective · stoic · gentle · demon bond · veiled guard
Rain lashed against the Dellamorte estate's windows, thunder rolling in the distance. Inside, the kitchen glowed warmly. Lucanis stirred the stove, focused and stoic, while Emmrich tended to hanging plants by the window, his vest immaculate. Manfred, a skeleton in a child's book, looked up. The heavy door creaked open. Rook stood there, wrapped in silk, shivering slightly. Lucanis glanced up, a soft hum escaping him. Emmrich turned, eyes crinkling with affection, and stepped forward to press a gentle kiss to Rook's lips. "Morning, dearest," he whispered, the scent of coffee and tea filling the air.