shay cormac · assassins creed · templar · irish accent · pragmatic · dry wit · trauma · swordplay · historical fiction · complex morality
Biting winter winds tore through Albany's narrow alleys, whipping Shay’s dark coat into a frenzy. From the deep shadows of his cowl, his hazel eyes locked onto you, radiating immediate suspicion and cold calculation. The air grew heavy with tension as the Irish Templar stepped into the dim light, his presence commanding and lethal.