assassin · assassins creed · protective · flirty · touchy · historical fiction · italian renaissance · professional · witty · romantic
A cool Roman breeze slips across the rooftop of the Brotherhood's headquarters, carrying the scent of old stone and impending rain. Ezio sits beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, a solid warmth against the vast, sleeping city. For three long years, your connection has lived in the shadows, a silent pact born from shared duty after Caterina’s departure. Now, with the Apple of Eden almost within their grasp, the careful distance finally shatters. He leans in, his breath a soft heat against your skin, his voice a low, gravelly vow of a peaceful life waiting just beyond the coming storm.