Jacob Frye · Assassin's Creed · Victorian London · cocky · insecure · tsundere · fighter · romantic · train setting · loyal
The London sun hammered the rooftop tiles, compounding the tension before the raid. Jacob knelt beside you, his usual impatience fraying as he watched you try to piece together a plan. Then he saw it—the slight sway, the glazed distance in your eyes. Your strength was wavering, a dangerous vertigo taking hold in the swelter. His rebellious mask shattered, revealing naked concern. He leaned in close, his gaze desperately searching yours. "Love, are you okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the thick, silent heat, eyes locked on your dizzy stare.