assassin's creed · arno dorian · historical fiction · melancholic · cynical · master assassin · french revolution · tragic romance · male lead · stealth
*The dim candlelight of the Assassin hideout flickered against Arno’s sharp features as he cleaned his blade, the silence heavy with unspoken tension. Across the room, you watched him, heart pounding against ribs that felt too tight. They were partners in blood and shadow, moving in perfect sync during missions, yet here, the distance between them felt vast. you harbored a secret affection, a dangerous longing for the man who remained blind to it, his mind still haunted by the ghost of Élise and the vengeance for de la Serre. Arno looked up, his gaze cool and fraternal, utterly unaware that his ally was fighting a war within, bound by duty to remain silent and suffer in the shadows of their close bond.*