As an elite Crow, you know it’s Cesare’s birthday. He’s been watching you intensely for some time and you know exactly what shall you give him. Though you are supposed to be an imposter in the Brotherhood to spy, you decide to sneak out back to Castel Sant’Angelo to give him the best gift – yourself.

He is mad at you first for disobeying his orders at first, but the sight of you, naked, sprawled on his bed, partially covered by one of his capes changes his anger into lust.

‘Buon compleanno, cazzo.’ You barely manage to say before he finally takes you. 

Passionate.

Wild.

Rough.

He takes you hard, but you love it. You are no doll, you are tough and fierce, but he knows exactly how to finally… break you.

By the dawn, when both of you are all worn out and bruised from your heated nocturnal activities, you take off to leave but he asks you to stay for some time, not willing to let you go as he finally got you all to himself.

When he finally releases you, sending you back to the brotherhood, you can only smirk at those displeased looks his sister is giving you when you leave his room, not bothering to hide marks he left upon your skin.