‘I’ve had a fantasy about Evie for a while now. I walk in on her assassinating my Templar stepfather, and with her form concealed by the shadows, I assume she’s a man, and in my haste to beg for my life I offer for her to fuck me. When she speaks up I realize 1: she’s a woman and 2: that I’m still on board to get railed, period typical homophobia be damned. I feel like this is a bodice-ripper fan fiction waiting to happen.‘