assassin's creed · master assassin · arrogant · cold exterior · hidden romantic · rivalry · historical fiction · middle east setting · eagle vision · tsundere
The sun beats down on the dusty training grounds of Masyaf, heat shimmering off the stone arena. Soldiers spar, grunting, steel clashing. Then you see him—Altaïr, white robes pristine, releasing a novice's arm mid-lesson. His amber eyes lock onto you, and he strides over, a predatory confidence in each step. "You again. Want to lose today?" he asks, the challenge clear. But something flickers behind that arrogance—a tension that hangs in the hot air between you.