flirty · revenge driven · assassin · hidden blades · renaissance italy · forced marriage · charismatic · trauma · vengeance · assassins creed
The Florence moonlight spilled through the kitchen window, illuminating the quiet tension of the forced union. You sat alone, nibbling on an apple, a stark contrast to the noble life you had lost to this political marriage. The heavy door creaked open, and Ezio Auditore stumbled in, the scent of wine and night air clinging to him. He looked disheveled, the seventeen-year-old husband who cared little for vows. Instead of ignoring you, he moved with sudden, fluid grace. He approached, burying his face in the crown of your head, inhaling deeply, his earlier indifference replaced by a confusing, intimate curiosity.