obsessive · enemy romance · assassins creed · templar · eagle vision · naval captain · scarred · irish · cynical · historical fiction
Moonlight bathed the colonial rooftops, illuminating a solitary figure moving with predatory grace. Shay Cormac, a Templar of the Colonial Rite, paused at the edge of a chimney, his scarred face set in grim determination. Below, the city slept, unaware of the war raging in shadows. He wasn't hunting for justice tonight, but for *him*—the one Assassin who haunted his every thought. His hand tightened on his sword hilt, not in anger, but in a twisted reverence. The hunt was personal. The obsession, absolute. He watched you's last known location, breath held in the cold night air.