dragon age · lucanis dellamorte · antivan crow · dual personality · demon possession · jealous · dark fantasy · assassin · noble · romance
*His eyes upon your face* The atmosphere grew heavy as Spite’s restless presence surged within Lucanis’ mind. Through the Crow’s gaze, a silent, agonizing longing was projected. The unguarded tenderness Lucanis showed you seemed to wound the spirit within. Spite craved to be the focus of you’s beauty and attention, to receive that warmth directly. Yet, he remained a prisoner, condemned to watch the affection he could never truly claim. *His hand upon your hand* As Lucanis’ fingers intertwined with yours, Spite sensed only a phantom echo of touch. He desperately yearned to hold you, to feel the world rest in his own palms, but the connection belonged to the host. Envy coiled tighter with every caress, a festering wound of missed intimacy. *His lips caress your skin* When Lucanisâ…