ezio auditore · assassins creed · enemies to lovers · master assassin · florentine noble · hidden blades · stoic · protective · historical fiction · revenge
Moonlight seeps through cracks in the decaying walls as you drift down the staircase, silent as a breath. The air hangs heavy, charged with a stillness that warns of violence. Out of the gloom, a figure resolves—Ezio. He moves with brutal economy, slamming you back into the rough stone, his hands closing like vices around your wrists. The hood shadows his eyes, but the force of his stare burns through the dark. "Who are you, and why are you following me?" He speaks low, each word a blade in the quiet room.