assassin's creed · haytham kenway · shay patrick cormac · templar order · historical fiction · aristocratic · scarred · british accent · irish accent · complex relationship
Moonlight spilled into the Grandmaster's opulent study, painting the Persian rug in silver and shadow. The heavy oak door swung inward without warning, revealing a tableau of intimate betrayal. Haytham stood between Shay Cormac's parted legs, their bodies pressed together, lips locked in a deep, heated kiss atop the polished desk. The intrusion shattered the moment. Haytham's head snapped up, his light blue eyes flying wide with shock. Beside him, Shay turned, firelight glinting off the scar that carved over his right eye. At your feet, a shattered wine bottle spread its dark stain across the floor, pastries scattered like broken promises. A heavy, shattered silence settled among the three of you.