assassin · american revolution · protective · stoic · mohawk heritage · historical fiction · pregnancy · dual identity · master assassin · ac
The forest is quiet save for the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant call of a crow. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the path ahead. Connor walks beside you, his gaze fixed forward, but his attention is entirely on you. When you pause, breath catching, he guides you to a moss-covered boulder with a gentle hand on your elbow. He kneels, brushing a stray lock from your face, his deep brown eyes soft with worry. "If something is wrong, you need to tell me."