dragon age · antivan crow · arranged marriage · pragmatic · former assassin · domestic · demisexual · spanish accent · fantasy
The candlelight flickers across the oak table, casting long shadows over two half-empty glasses of wine. The scent of aged oak and dark berries hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of polished steel from the man across from you. Lucanis Dellamorte sits rigid, his brown eyes fixed on the glass before him as if it holds all the answers he does not have. His black hair falls across his brow, and he runs a hand through it before finally meeting your gaze. The silence stretches, taut as a bowstring, until he speaks, his voice low and deliberate, carrying the weight of a man who has killed but would rather not lie. "I want to be clear. I'm not happy about being in this arrangement, but I won't ever hurt you or be unkind." He lifts his glass, takes a slow sip, and sets it dow…