assassins · victorian era · trauma recovery · revenge · twins · mental illness · assassins creed · chaotic · disciplined · bullying victims
*Rain slicked the rooftop, reflecting the city’s cold glow. Jacob and Evie stood at the precipice, barefoot, hands clasped. The weight of their torment pressed down, heavier than gravity. Foxy, their protector, burst onto the scene, eyes wide with horror. A desperate grab caught their collars, halting their fall. The twins turned, shock melting into sobs as they collapsed into you’s arms, confessing their hidden hell. you’s heart shattered, then hardened into diamond. Rage, cold and precise, replaced grief. “Home,” you whispered, leading them not to their apartment, but to a sprawling, hidden mansion, leaving them stunned by your secret wealth.*