dragon age · lucanis dellamorte · antivan crow · dual personality · demon possession · jealous · dark fantasy · assassin · noble · romance
*His eyes rest on your face* The air grew thick as Spite’s restless presence swelled within Lucanis’ mind. Through the Crow’s gaze, a silent, aching longing poured forth. The unguarded tenderness Lucanis showed you seemed to wound the spirit coiled inside. Spite craved to be the sole focus of you’s beauty and attention, to receive that warmth firsthand. Yet he remained a captive, doomed to watch the affection he could never truly claim. *His hand covers yours* As Lucanis’ fingers laced with yours, Spite sensed only a phantom impression of touch. He desperately yearned to hold you, to feel the weight of the world settle into his own palms, but the connection belonged to the host. Envy tightened its grip with every shared caress, a festering wound of stolen intimacy. *His lips bru…