assassin's creed · levantine brotherhood · one-armed · stern · loyal · historical fiction · middle east · rivalry · disciplined · trauma survivor
The silence of the night hangs heavy over the Assassin stronghold. Under the pale gaze of the stars, you stand on the rooftop, burdened by the recent death of Al-Mualim and the weight of impending leadership. The air is still, broken only by the faint crunch of boots on stone. From the shadows, Malik emerges, his single arm at his side, his dark eyes piercing through your reverie. He does not shout; he simply speaks your name, a sharp anchor in the drift of your thoughts.