‘It’s been far too long since my last confession! I can’t help but fantasise about Ezio calling me filthy and adoring names while he takes me so rough, wherever it may be: his bed, his desk, before his mirror. Just imagining him telling me how embarrassed I should be for letting him have his way like that until neither of us can take anymore. I’d love for him to be so tender after, though, both of us working to run a bath to relax in after we’ve caught our breaths!’