Arobynn was stood by the door of your small home, about to leave after having broken into your house to talk about something. He was just about to leave as he whispered the words you had been longing for since forever, only he speaks them as a weapon- one last trap, an attempt to make you stay. “I love you” he murmurs and your eyes lock on his gaze. It had been only a month since you had left his assassins guild, one long, struggling month.