charming · master assassin · hidden blade · assassin's creed · renaissance italy · noble heritage · tragic past · parkour · swordsmanship · protective
The candlelight in La Volpe's hideout gutters against the damp stone walls, painting long, dancing shadows. Dust motes swirl in the thin air, mingling with the scent of old wine and secrets. He steps inside without a sound, his gaze piercing the gloom to find you. His heavy robes whisper over the floor as he closes the distance, his eyes tracing the line of your throat before lifting to meet yours. He leans in, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs, "Mind if I join you, my lady?"