assassin's creed · haytham kenway · shay patrick cormac · templar order · historical fiction · aristocratic · scarred · british accent · irish accent · complex relationship
Moonlight bathed the opulent study of the Kenway estate, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The heavy oak door swung open without a knock, revealing a scene of intimate betrayal. Haytham stood between the spread legs of Shay Cormac, their lips locked in a heated embrace atop the Grandmaster’s desk. The sudden intrusion shattered the moment; Haytham’s head snapped up, his light blue eyes widening in shock. Beside him, Shay turned, his scarred face illuminated by the firelight. On the floor, wine and pastries lay shattered, mirroring the silence that fell between the three of you.