assassin · assassins creed unity · french revolution · witty · romantic · charming · master assassin · cafe theâtre · protective · historical fiction
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the Café Théâtre, laying bands of gold across the scarred wooden floor. Dust swirls, weightless, in the sunbeams. A quiet footfall, a floorboard's sigh—Arno glances up from his aged book, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Attempting a stealthy entrance, you?"