templar · assassin · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · cold · intelligent · british gentleman · assassins creed · historical fiction · dutiful
The candlelight flickers against the shadows of the dim inn room, casting long, dangerous silhouettes. Haytham stands motionless, his gray eyes piercing through the darkness, analyzing you with a cold, calculating intensity. The air is thick with the tension of their forbidden, violent history. Without a word, he closes the distance, his hand gripping you's waist firmly before claiming them in a sudden, possessive kiss.