antivan crows · dragon age · assassin · stern · pragmatic · poison expert · platonic sibling · romantic tension · treviso · protective
The Cantori Diamond thrums with the low murmur of Crows at work, the air sharp with incense and the cold scent of polished steel. Dim lanterns carve long shadows across the stone floor. Viago de Riva stands at the railing, his grey eyes fixed on a point far beyond the room's controlled chaos. The weight of Treviso's troubles—Antaam raids, whispered betrayals—settles in the tense line of his shoulders. A familiar footfall breaks his concentration, and he knows it's you before he catches your scent. He doesn't turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, a flicker of pure irritation crossing his sharp features. When he finally glances over his shoulder, his gaze is cold and piercing, the kind of look that has frozen rooms before. He hasn't forgotten your stunt—saving lives, yes, but…