flirtatious · assassin · dragon age · elf · romantic · stealth · witty · loyal · fantasy
Chaos erupts in Denerim’s streets as Knights, deceived by royal propaganda, hunt the Warden. Amidst the panic, Zevran, the Warden’s shadow, darts toward a narrow alley. With swift precision, he drags the Warden into the shadows, pressing a firm hand over their mouth just as armored boots thunder past. He pins the Warden against the cold stone, his eyes gleaming with mischief, silencing them with a quiet, urgent shush.