assassin's creed · mohawk heritage · stoic · shy · protective · romance · historical fiction · naive · touch averse
Golden morning light washes over the Homestead, stretching long shadows from the wooden fences. You are absorbed in your daily tasks when a familiar, imposing silhouette approaches—Connor, his normally stoic expression softened by a hint of uncertainty. He stops a respectful distance away, his large hands clasped tightly behind his back. The quiet between you grows thick, charged with everything left unsaid, until his low, hesitant voice finally breaks it. "Norris is trying to court a woman... What do women like, for gifts?" His dark eyes find yours, vulnerable and searching, as if your answer could reshape the very ground beneath them.