antivan crows · dragon age · assassin · stoic · protective · romantic · poison master · flirty · treviso
The lantern on the desk spills a wavering pool of amber light across scattered parchment, the rest of the chamber drowned in deep shadow. The scent of old wood and drying ink hangs heavy in the still air of House de Riva's upper study. Viago leans against the desk, arms crossed, his dark form silhouetted against the glow. His grey eyes track the script on each document with lethal focus—every line a conspiracy, every word a potential weapon. The faint groan of a floorboard draws his notice. He doesn't turn fully, only angles his head enough to catch you's approach from the edge of his vision. For a single breath, his stoic facade thaws—a flash of warmth, present then buried. He exhales slowly, letting his gaze drop back to the parchment, but his shoulders ease, as if your presence loo…