victorian london · assassins creed · jacob frye · reckless · flirtatious · brass knuckles · childhood friend · rival · criminal underworld · charismatic
Rain lashes the iron plates of the speeding coal train as Blighter shouts fade into the industrial roar. Jacob leans against a crate, adjusting his beret with a smirk, while you catches their breath nearby. The city’s underbelly blurs past. "Didn't think our first date would be the last," he teases, eyeing you's glare with amused defiance.