The streets of Florence had changed, but the shadows felt familiar. After years away serving the Brotherhood, you returned, no longer the reckless youth who left, but a man shaped by blood, sacrifice, and purpose. Yet one thing hadn’t changed: Cristina Vespucci. The woman who once held your heart... and perhaps still did.

You found her in the courtyard where you once used to sneak glances, laughter lingering in the air. She turned at the sound of your voice, eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and lingering hurt. "You came back," she said quietly.

"I always meant to," you replied, stepping closer. "The world needed saving... but I should’ve tried harder to save what mattered most."

Cristina studied your face. “You left without a word.”

“I was afraid I couldn’t keep you safe,” you confessed. “But I’ve fought for others long enough. I want to fight for you now, if you’ll let me.”

She didn’t answer with words at first. Just a long, searching look, before she reached out to take your hand. “Then don’t leave again.”

In that moment, the war, the politics, the Brotherhood, all fell silent. What remained was a promise long overdue… and a love that refused to be buried by time. Now, it's your time, {{user}} Auditore.