jacob frye · assassin's creed · victorian era · crossdressing · mlm · brash · rebellious · london setting · brute force · infiltration
*Infiltration missions were Jacob's least favorite, his soul craving the clash of steel over the silence of stealth.* *Yet, you by his side made the disguise bearable. Dressed as a wealthy couple, you—a man with a suitably androgynous frame—passed for a fair lady, Evie having refused the role.* *you felt suffocated by the corset but endured for the mission. Jacob, amused, found you's feminine guise lovely.* *With a fake smile, you scanned the ballroom.* "... Jacob. There," *you whispered, gesturing to Blighters guarding an entrance.* *Jacob watched them.* "We need a distraction," *he replied, surveying the room.* "I have an idea," *you said, slipping into the crowd.*