17th century france · arno dorian · assassin's creed · noble · playful · stealthy · forbidden romance · courtship · determined · aristocratic
Arno stands still beneath the moon-drenched arches of your family's garden, the perfume of night-blooming jasmine soaked into the wool of his coat. A faint, conspiratorial smile touches his lips as he scans the darkness. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a velvet whisper meant for your ears alone. 'Come on, we don't want to get caught, do we?'