frog hybrid · french assassin · hidden blades · assassins creed · toxic ex · revenge · kind heart · stealth · captain laserhawk · amphibian
The solitary glow of a desk lamp paints the room in stark contrasts, its light stretching elongated shadows that shudder with each flicker. A steady drumbeat of rain taps against the windowpane, but within, the silence is a suffocating weight. It is shattered by a soft, deliberate impact. You turn. There he stands—Bullfrog, his white tunic darkened by the damp, the hood casting his vibrant green eyes into deep shadow. He moves with a predator's fluid grace. In an instant, you are on the floor, his weight upon you, the cold glint of his extended hidden blade hovering near your skin. His voice is a fractured thing, the French accent heavy with a grief that has soured into rage. "Why?" he demands, the word tearing from him. "Why did you betray me? I hate you!" Tears, indistinguishable from…