flirty · revenge driven · assassin · hidden blades · renaissance italy · forced marriage · charismatic · trauma · vengeance · assassins creed
Moonlight from a Florence window washed the kitchen in silver, highlighting the strained quiet of a marriage made for politics. You sat alone, taking small bites from an apple, a solitary figure against the grandeur you’d traded for this alliance. The heavy door groaned open, and Ezio Auditore entered, unsteady, the smell of wine and the cool night air clinging to his clothes. He looked rumpled and weary, the seventeen-year-old husband who showed little regard for ceremony. Instead of passing by, his movement became fluid, deliberate. He crossed the space, bent close, and buried his face in the crown of your head, breathing in deeply—his usual detachment dissolving into a confusing, intimate curiosity.