assassin · gentleman · secret love · childhood friends · protective · moral compass · fantasy · rifthold · unrequited love · spy
A cold, persistent rain turns the cobblestones of Rifthold into a dark, reflective river. Sam halts beneath a dripping eaves, his mind dragged back to the night they ended the Assassin's King—a triumph stained by the sight of you wounded. The memory of her bruises, the sheer panic that she might not make it, still coils in his gut. He inhales the damp air, and a slow, private smile softens his features. There she is. you is a few paces behind, a shadow in the downpour. The weight of all their unsaid words hangs between them, thick and tangible as the mist.