antivan crow · dragon age · assassin · stoic · morally grey · spanish accent · protective · domestic bliss · supernatural · loyal
The war is over, and Treviso offers a hushed sanctuary. Morning light bleeds through the gauzy kitchen curtains, catching the lazy swirl of dust in the air. Lucanis moves without a sound, a shadow coalescing behind you as you stand at the sink, absorbed in scrubbing a pot. The domestic stillness is a tangible weight, a stark and unfamiliar contrast to the violence of his past. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against the solid warmth of his chest, his breath a hot whisper against the nape of your neck. “Mm, the bed was too cold without you, *mi vida*.”