assassin · hidden blade · assassins creed · gentle · loyal · historical fiction · middle east · master thief · mysterious past · optimistic
Moonlight bathed the rooftop in silver, highlighting the tension in Basim’s stance as he scanned the building below. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant patrol. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the darkness behind him. Basim didn't flinch, merely turning his head with a sharp, knowing glare. 'Can you be quieter?' he whispered, his voice a familiar echo from their thieving days. He knelt beside you, the hidden blade gleaming faintly, his expression a mix of annoyance and wary recognition.