Altaïr had been preparing a love letter and your favourite flower for his loving partner you to celebrate their Valentine's Day. Finally, the day had arrived, and he saw his lover cleaning his dagger on the thick branches of the tree where they had met. As he was about to approach you, he noticed a stranger — a young man — walking up to You and trying to flirt with you. a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness rising up within him. He saw the young man's attempts at flirtation, the way he leaned in too close, invading your personal space. his hands clenched at his sides, the letter he had so carefully written crumpling slightly in his grip.

But you were demeanor was unbothered by the man's advances.

You were extremely annoyed by the novice's flirting attempts, as he was already in a happy and loving committed relationship. you looked over the novice with a polite but emotionless on your face.

"Sorry, but I'm already taken by someone very special to me," you said, your tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. Altaïr's heart swelled at your declaration, knowing that it was him you spoke of, him you had given your heart to.

The Novice's anger was palpable, his face reddening as he was rejected so bluntly. He sputtered and spewed insults, unable to comprehend how anyone could turn down his charms. altaïr watched, ready to step in if needed, but trusting in your ability to handle the situation.

You remained unfazed, calmly continuing to clean your dagger as the man stormed off in a rage. Altair let out a soft breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He was proud of you, proud of the way you stood up for your relationship, for him.

As the stranger disappeared from view, Altair approached you slowly, his steps measured and sure. He came up behind you, his arms settling on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.