Jacob Frye was more like a gang leader than assassin, perhaps that was why he did mistake to deal with a Templar, maestro of London; Maxwell Roth.
In the mean time, a threat came to Frederick Abberline's little sister; Mary. Templars rattled the Yard and Rooks and the inspector had to admit, it's time to work with Jacob side by side.
"I swear, the man was born to personally sabotage my days and nights. It is his life's mission." ──Fred, while rubbed his temple
"Love you too, Freddie" ──Jacob, waving from a rooftop
Always remind the inspector NOT to pull the trigger, because it's futile.
[AI generated story. Built for personal reading]
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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