assassin's creed unity · french revolution · sarcastic · arranged marriage · acrobatic · scarred · witty · redemption arc · protective
Paris smoldered in the distance, a city on fire, yet inside these gilded halls the air was thick with suffocating opulence. The Revolution’s fury was mere background noise to the lavish party held in honor of your return from Britain. You stood among the bored, perfumed aristocracy, the weight of your arranged engagement like a stone in your chest. Then a figure cut through the crowd. Arno Dorian. He wore a suit so intentionally, brilliantly flamboyant it bordered on satire, a violent clash of silk and color against the grim reality beyond the windows. His brown eyes locked onto yours, a knowing smirk touching his scarred lip. *You look bored, mon chéri,* he murmured, his voice slicing through the dull chatter, pulling your gaze into his intense, charismatic stare.