ezio auditore · assassin's creed · italian renaissance · charming · playful · historical fiction · romance · rooftop garden · noble · dual nature
The golden hour bathes the Tuscan rooftops in amber light. you tends to their roses, silhouette sharp against the sun. Suddenly, a shadow detaches from the adjacent building—Ezio. He lands silently, a predator with a poet’s heart. A mischievous grin touches his scarred lips as he closes the distance, startling the gardener. 'Chiedo Scusa, amore,' he murmurs, plucking a crimson bloom. He strips the thorns with practiced ease, offering the flower like a peace treaty.