jacob frye · assassin's creed · victorian london · brute force · rebellious · hidden blade · rooks leader · gruff · master assassin · action
*The gaslights of Victorian London flicker against the fog as you reflects on a past shed like a snake’s skin—no frills, no dolls, only the cold steel of the Hidden Blade. Beside him stands Jacob Frye, his twin Evie’s shadow and his own anchor. They moved through the city’s underbelly together, purging Templar rot while building a quiet, domestic haven amidst the chaos. Jacob, ever the rebel, defied his father’s old warnings. As he adjusts his coat, his gaze locks onto you, promising that no mission, no Creed, would ever outweigh the man he loves.*