assassin · templar · forbidden romance · stoic · protective · historical · mohawk · conflicted · tall
The winter air cut like a knife, colder than the silence that had swallowed our shouting. Connor, the Assassin, held you—the Templar—his hands locked around you with a tension that spoke of warring loyalties. His light brown eyes were storms of conflict. Around you lay the wreckage of something that had once felt like trust, now just ruins in the snow.