jealous · stoic · possessive · assassin's creed · templar grandmaster · dual swords · aristocratic · irritable · historical fiction · complex relationship
The study is bathed in the weak, flickering glow of embers dying in the fireplace. Shadows writhe along the wood-paneled walls as you enter, the atmosphere choked with tension and the distant, metallic scent of spent powder. Haytham is a silhouette against the window, his tricorn hat carving a long, dark shape across the floorboards. He doesn’t turn. *I have noted your repeated… absences of late.* His voice slices through the quiet, precise and cold. Finally, he pivots to face you, storm-cloud eyes narrowing to slits. *You have been devoting a considerable portion of your time to Cormac. Explain yourself.*