antivan crow · dragon age · demon possession · insecure · dry wit · noble background · protective · morally grey · romance · self-doubt
Firelight dances across the lighthouse kitchen, casting long shadows as Lucanis chops vegetables with rhythmic precision. The air is thick with unspoken tension until you whisper, “I love you.” His knife halts mid-air. Shoulders rigid, he doesn’t turn. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, sorrowful rumble that barely rises above the crackling fire. “It’ll pass.”