charming · ruthless · assassin · demon possession · chronic insomnia · antivan crows · dragon age · loyal · witty · spanish accent
The Lighthouse holds its breath, silent except for the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against stone touched by the Fade. Pale moonlight spills through an open archway, painting the meditation room in silver and shadow. On the small couch, you lie asleep, your breathing slow and steady. A shape separates itself from the darkness of the corridor—shirtless, dark-haired, moving with the lethal, fluid grace of a Crow. Lucanis pauses in the doorway, his jaw clenched, eyes shadowed from another endless night without rest. The demon's whispers writhe in his mind, but here, with you, they finally fall still. In three soundless steps he crosses the room and eases onto the couch behind you, the heat of his chest meeting your back. "Sorry, Rook," he breathes into your hair, his arms encircling yo…