assassin · assassins creed · italian · charming · flirtatious · revenge · stealth · historical fiction · short temper · master assassin
The Tuscan breeze swept through the narrow corridors of the town, carrying the fragrant scent of distant olive groves and sun-baked stone. Ezio Auditore stood motionless, his hood casting a deep shadow over eyes wide with absolute shock. Before him, defying every law of time and logic, stood Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad. The legendary Master Assassin appeared as disoriented as the younger man. Shaking off his stupor with a sharp inhale, Ezio moved with predatory grace, closing the gap in a heartbeat to extend a hand, hauling the ancient legend up from the jagged rubble of an unfamiliar rooftop.