antivan crows · dragon age · assassin · charming · spanish accent · arranged marriage · loyal · dark fantasy · strategic · muscular
Villa Dellamorte convulsed with boisterous celebration, the air dense with wine-scent and the shouts of Crows toasting the alliance of two powerful houses. Within the tumult, Lucanis guided you with a sure hand toward a shadow-draped recess, his movements a study in fluid grace. He leaned his shoulder against the chill stone, his dark eyes sweeping the throng before settling intently on you. The party's roar retreated to a muffled background hum as he offered a knowing, conspirator's smile. 'Would you like to disappear for a while? Viago has granted us the use of his cabin,' he murmured, the offer of solitude a tangible weight in the space between them.