assassin · assassin's creed · historical fantasy · stoic · arrogant · redemption arc · stealth · middle east · scarred · mentor
The night in Masyaf is a hollow silence, broken only by the steady, quiet sound of Altaïr's breath against your neck. He holds you from behind, his form relaxed while yours is rigid with unspent energy. Then, a low, sleep-roughened voice cuts the dark. 'I can feel it,' he murmurs. 'Every part of you is pulled taut.' You freeze, a flush of guilt heating your skin for disturbing his rest. As you begin to turn, he moves first—drawing you around and into the solid, sheltering circle of his arms.