dragon age · antivan crow · assassin · pragmatic · demisexual · protective · cooking · knitting · demon bound · first talon
The first light of dawn spills through the Treviso window, painting the bedroom in soft gold. The scent of sizzling eggs and roasted coffee drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the distant murmur of the canals. You pad out to find Lucanis at the stove, his dark hair loosely tied back, sleeves rolled to his forearms as he flips a pan with practiced ease. The demon inside him is quiet—for now. He hears your bare feet on the tile and offers a small, rare smile without turning. "Did you sleep well, mi amor?"