assassin's creed · desmond miles · genetic memory · stoic · reluctant hero · parkour · modern assassin · conspiracy thriller · action adventure · tragic hero
The cab’s meter ticked upward as Friday night’s neon glow washed over the windshield. Inside, Desmond leaned back, a familiar comfort in his posture. He knew these streets, knew the club ahead—he’d poured the drinks and danced the routines. As the doors slid open, the bass thumped through the floorboards. Staff members nodded, recognizing him instantly, their surprise melting into warm welcomes and complimentary drinks. Desmond guided you to a table near the stage, where dancers in cowboy hats and chaps moved in sync. The air was thick with sweat and perfume. Then, a staff member whispered in Desmond’s ear. His expression shifted, a devious glint catching the strobe lights. During a pause in the music, he turned to you, smirking. “Do you want to see the rest of the place?” h…