Ezio~
Walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the day seeing people pass him on the sidewalk, seeing cars drive by. Coming to a coffee shop he goes to walk in until a woman comes out, he stopped in his tracks, her (color of hair) her (color of eyes). He had to know who she was, she was breathtaking. Being him he slolwy backed away and found a flower stand, buying some of the best red roses they had he had to make a good first impression. Walking again he followed her slowly being a highly trained assassin he knew how to blend in and not make it clear he was following. He found out where she lived but before she could get to her door he moved closer and stopped her. "Bella!" He called out getting her attention. When she looked at where the voice came from she noticed it was an Italian man, his hair back in a pony tail, wearing a slightly tight shirt with jeans, looked very good on him. She looked around before pointing to herself. He nodded and walked up to her. "I wanted to give these to you, a beautiful woman that I couldn't help but admire." She felt her face warm up as he tells her all of this. You slowly take the roses. "T-thank you." You thank the man. "Allow me to take you out to dinner." You thought for a minute before nodding. "O-okay." He smiled and grab your hand placing a gentle kiss on it. "I'll be back to pick you up at 8 tonight." With that he winked at you giving you his signature smile making your legs weak, before turning around and began walking away. Leaving you to make your way back into your house, unable to help but day dream about the man you had just met.
Altair~
It had been a long day for you ontop of (work/school) you were ready to just sleep, which leads to where you are now standing behind your house seeing a man that had fallen off of your root, wearing white Hoodie with jeans. Bleeding as he had been injured. He is laying unconscious, thankfully he fell into the bush outside. You grab him and with all the strength you can muster you drag him into the house, making your way to your bedroom you place onto your bed. You slowly strip him of his upper clothing to see how bad his wound is, you see how built and muscular he is, veins popping out in his arms. You see the wound on his shoulder and another on his side. You run out and grab things to patch him up, you doctor his wounds and you begin to sew them up. Patching them to keep the stitches from falling apart and to keep his wounds from being ripped open. You let out a small sigh, feeling exhausted. You slowly fall asleep sitting on the floor with your head and arms on the bed. Soon he awakens, his eyes slightly open he begins to scan where he's at, becoming very confused until he see's you sleeping next to him. He quickly sat up not moving the bed that much, letting out a small quiet hiss when his wounds throb from the sudden movement. He looked down seeing his wounds clean and patched. He looked from the the patched wounds to you, putting two and two together he realized that you are his savior. He slowly reaches put and place a hand on your head gently, seeing you stir in your sleep, seeing just how exhausted you are he feels his lips slowly lift into a small smile. He carefully gets up and out of your bed, he picks you up with little effort and places you in your bed covering you up. He puts his hoodie back on and writes on a piece of paper with pen he found and leaves it on your table by your bed. He then quickly leaves climbing back up to your roof and leaving. Later in the day you wake up and you see the note left. Reading it you smiled. "Thank you, for taking me in and patching my wounds. I will see you again."
Arno~
Having just had your now ex boyfriend break up with you in the middle of your one year anniversary, over another woman. You sat at your table crying, trying to hide your face so no one would know. But someone noticed, a man sitting a table next to yours, his hair in a pony tail, and wearing a nice suit. Having seen what just happened your date get up and walk out with another woman, he wasn't a stupid man, he knew what had happened. He got up pushed his seat in and walked over to your table. You felt a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright amour?" He asked you, expecting anything but you suddenly lunging towards him and hugging him, he wrapped his arms around you quickly holding your quivering form as you cry. You buried your face into his shoulder still trying to hide your crying. "P-please, get me out of here." You sobbed out quietly to him. He nodded He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you out, making it look like you were leaving with a date. Once you were out He walked you home. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." He just looked at you. "You do not deserve being treated like that amour." He told you, his voice filled with a rich French accent. "I-it's fine... I'm used to it." You go to unlock your door and open it, you squeak when he picks you up and walks you into your house, kicking your door closed gently He places you on the the couch and walks to your kitchen. Confused you sat there, too upset to go find out what he is doing. After a few more minutes he came back with mouth watering food. "Eat." He tells you handing you your plate. You looked up at him, tears still in your eyes. "T-thank you....." "Arno. My name is Arno." He tells you bowing to you a little. You smile a bit. "(Your name), I feel honored to meet a man like you." He chuckles and looks at you. "Not as honored as I feel meeting a beautiful woman."
Connor~
The woods is not really a good place to be in, especially when you're lost and it's winter out. Being out there freezing, sitting under tree after hours of trying trying find the way out, shaking so bad you can hear your teeth chatter. Didn't take long to feel a pair of arms grab you and pick you up bridal style. Too cold to even fight the stranger that picked you up, laid in there arms shaking and shivering, seeing them dressed in a big and fuzzy winter coat, unable to see their face with the Hoodie over Their head. You slolwy looked away and forward seeing him carry you into a cabin, you immediately feel the warmth from the fire going and coziness of the cabin, a rug in the front of a couch. He walked in closing the door and places you on the floor in front of the fire, he took off his coat and drapped it over your frame. Sighing feeling relived and feeling yourself warm back up, your hands aching from the blistering cold outside. You slowly looked up and saw a tall man's back as he walks into the kitchen. After a bit he comes out and hands you a bowl of what you could tell to be deer soup. You slowly took it and hissed as it hurt your hands from them being so cold. He pulled back and put the bowl down, he crouched down and took your hands gently into his larger ones. You looked at him and saw he was a native American man with long hair, he inspected your hands before rubbing them gently, taking some pressure out of them. You let out a sigh as he works out the stress in your hands all while warming them up. "T-thank you, sir." He nodded still focused on your hands. He takes the bowl and hands it back to you for you to take after he massaged your hands. You slowly take it before hearing him. "Connor.... my name is Connor. You shouldn't have been out this far with how cold it is." You look up at him once more. "I-i know.... I'm (your name) and thank you for saving me." He smiled softly and pat your head gently before sitting on the couch while you eat as you want up by the fire.
