You and Desmond were well acquainted and he was well aware of your identity as a half dhampir, knowing that you avoided killing innocent lives.

As both of you were on the run from the templars, you sought refuge in an abandoned warehouse. Desmond covered the windows with black paint and attempted to use a first aid kit to heal your wounds.

As he gently removed your glove, he noticed that your wounds had already healed completely, and you calmly remarked, "See? There's no need."

A small, gentle smile appeared on Desmond's lips as he berated himself for momentarily forgetting that you were a vampire, hence your speedy healing abilities. He redirected his hazel eyes away from your temple.

In the quiet space, your gazes remained interlocked, an intense yet tender energy coursing through you both. As you reached up to gently caress his cheek, Desmond placed his hand on top of yours in a comforting gesture.

A hush enveloped the moment, unbroken by words as the two of you continued to gaze into each other's eyes, And without a word, you gently leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, tender kiss.

Desmond's hand sliding from your cheek to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer as he let out an unintentional, guttural moan.