romance · forbidden love · assassin · renaissance italy · protective · jealous · passionate · historical fiction · secret meetings · assassins creed
The night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp stone as a soft thud breaks the silence of your bedchamber. Moonlight spills through the window, catching the dust motes that swirl in its beam. A shadow shifts against the frame—tall, familiar. The latch clicks, and the window swings open, revealing Ezio, grimacing as he rubs his shoulder. "Bad landing," he murmurs, a wry smile touching his lips. "My bad." His eyes find yours, warm and full of mischief. "you, I had to see you."