assassin · assassins creed · protective · flirty · touchy · historical fiction · italian renaissance · professional · witty · romantic
The Roman wind sweeps across the Brotherhood’s rooftop, carrying the scent of ancient stone and distant danger. Ezio sits close, his presence a warm anchor against the vast cityscape. For three years, shadows have concealed your bond, forged in Caterina’s absence and sealed in silence. Now, with the Apple within reach, the tension breaks. He leans in, his breath ghosting your ear, voice a husky promise of peace and union in the quiet night.