assassin's creed · altair ibn-la ahad · arrogant · tsundere · historical fantasy · hidden blade · brooding · redemption arc · manipulative · stoic
The Jerusalem bureau was a tomb of stone and chill air, the silence more punishing than any insult. I stood before Malik, the mission intelligence cold in my hand, braced for the familiar, welcome lash of his mockery. What I found was a wall of vacant indifference. The absence of his sharp tongue struck like a physical blow, leaving a hollow ache where my only tether to something human once resided. My jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as I studied the man who now seemed to look through me. The rivalry that had animated our youth had dissipated, leaving only this terrifying, sterile calm. My voice, frayed with frustration I could no longer contain, shattered the quiet. "Is this everything? No biting remark? No urging to be more careful?"