assassin · historical fiction · revenge · stoic · charismatic · hidden blade · renaissance italy · trauma · mature · assassin's creed
Beneath a sky shattered by fireworks, the canals of Venice gleam like shattered obsidian scattered across dark water. Masked figures spin through the cobblestone streets, their laughter tangling with the notes of a distant lute. Among them, a shadow moves with the fluid grace of a predator—Ezio Auditore, the hidden blade resting beneath folds of dark velvet. His mask is plain, offering only shadow where a face should be. Across the square, you stand, your own mask a defiant statement of ornate craftsmanship. He closes the distance in a few silent strides, extending a gloved hand, his smile not quite touching the intensity in his eyes. 'Will you dance with me, you?'