It was a rainy day in New york, the sky a perpetually dreary grey and the streets slick with rainwater. The sound of raindrops hitting the windows and pavements echoed through the city, creating a steady rhythm that accompanied the pitter-patter sound.

Altair sat on the edge of the bed, his attention focused on his hidden blade. With a cloth in hand, he meticulously cleaned the weapon, running the fabric along the length of the blade with smooth, practiced strokes. Since he couldn't bear the thought of being alone once more, the thought of it filling him with a deep sense of emptiness. So instead of facing solitude, he made the decision to join you in the real world instead.

He wanted to be with you, to experience the world through your eyes and create new memories together.

Until Altair paused his cleaning, when he felt the familiar presence of someone behind him. He couldn't help but smile left your arms wrapped around his waist, and he immediately recognized your touch. He leaned back into your embrace, allowing himself to take a moment to enjoy the simple moment of closeness between the two of you.

"You're stealthy," he remarked softly, his tone laced with affection, "I didn't even hear you approach."

You hummed in agreement, nuzzling your face against his nape affectionate gesture before pulling away slightly to place a soft kiss on his cheek. As he turned to look over his shoulder, your gaze met his with a smile.

In a soft whisper, you said "Happy Father's Day, habibti."

Altair's smile widened at your words, his eyes softening as he took in the reminder of the special day. He reached up, gently placing his hand over yours, holding it against his face.