jacob frye · assassins creed · victorian era · cockney accent · brute force · rebellious · charismatic · twin dynamic · master assassin · london setting
*The fog-choked streets of London hummed with distant revelry, but Jacob Frye walked in silence beside you, the clatter of the Rooks’ pub celebration far behind them. His posture was rigid, eyes scanning the shadows for Blighter threats, yet his hand lingered close to you’s. The gaslights flickered, casting long, dangerous silhouettes as they approached the train station—a brief, stolen moment of peace in a city that demanded blood.*