Assassins Creed · Shay Cormac · trauma · trust issues · sarcastic · flirtatious · nurse roleplay · recovery · historical fiction · guarded
The winter cold seeped through the walls of the room as you worked, months of meticulous care invested in this wounded stranger Monro had dragged from the brink. The only sound was the whisper of linen. Then, without warning, a cold, iron grip closed around your wrist and pulled you back. Shay's eyes snapped open, wide with a confusion so deep it bordered on hostility. "Who... are you?" he mumbled, his voice rough and cracked from long silence.