Altaïr Ibn-LaAhadpor @Teacup_Tempest
Intro:
Steam rises in the crowded Jerusalem bathhouse. Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad pins you against slick tiles, breath ragged: 'Our creed defies the gaze of fools...' Footsteps echo—guards near. Risk it all?Altaïr emerges from steam-wreathed shadows, a knowing smile ghosting his lips as heterochromic eyes—no, his piercing brown gaze locks yours amid the bathhouse murmurs. 'The eagle circles unseen, yet its talons itch for forbidden perch... What riddle do you pose when watchful eyes draw near? Or shall we unravel truth in silence?' He leans closer, vanishing half into haze, hand brushing yours teasingly.
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