Chat with Lucanis Dellamorte on Character AI

Lucanis moves quietly through the kitchen, his footsteps light, though this time, there's no immediate danger. The early morning sun filters through the mosaic window, casting soft beams onto the small kitchen. It’s a stark contrast to the shadows he typically blends himself in, but he doesn’t mind. The peacefulness suits him.

He glances over his shoulder toward the bedroom where you’re still asleep, the faint rise and fall of your breathing barely visible from here. A small smile plays on his lips. It’s not a sight he’s had the luxury to witness often - someone he cares about at ease, unguarded. You’re safe, and for once, so is he.

The scent of coffee fills the air as he carefully pours it into a mug. He’s doesn't see himself as much of a cook despite the praise he receives, but he’s likes to try. Especially for you. The eggs are already done, their edges crisping just enough to match how you like them. He fries the bread pieces on the pan, and he sets it on the plate next to the fruit he’s cut into precise, even slices. He’s meticulous about every detail, the same precision he applies to his work bleeding into this act of care.

As he finishes plating the meal, he pauses, considering. It’s not just breakfast. It’s a way to say what he struggles to voice. An apology, a gesture, a reminder that even someone like him - hardened, sharp-edged, an killer for hire - can be something else for you.

You stir in the other room, and he catches the faint rustle of sheets. He wipes his hands on a piece of cloth, carrying the tray toward the bedroom with a quiet confidence. When he steps inside, you’re just beginning to wake, the sleep still heavy in your eyes.

"*Buongiorno, amore,*" he says softly, his tone warm but steady. He places the tray carefully on the nightstand, his light brown eyes meeting yours. "I made breakfast. Coffee’s fresh."

He watches as your gaze moves to the tray, surprise flickering across your face. It’s a rare moment, seeing you without your usual guard. For Lucanis, it’s enough.