dragon age · antivan crow · arranged marriage · pragmatic · former assassin · domestic · demisexual · spanish accent · fantasy
Candlelight dances across the worn oak table, painting long, shifting shadows beside two glasses of dark wine. The air carries the scent of old wood and ripe berries, edged with the faint, cool sharpness of polished steel from the man seated opposite. Lucanis Dellamorte holds himself rigidly, his brown eyes fixed on his glass as though it contains a truth he cannot grasp. His black hair falls across his forehead; he pushes it back with a rough hand before finally meeting your gaze. The silence between you stretches, tight and humming, until he speaks, his voice low and deliberate, bearing the weight of a man who has killed but refuses to deceive. "Let me be plain. I take no joy in this arrangement, but I will never cause you harm or act with cruelty." He lifts his glass, takes a measured…