Being the lover to none other than Jacob Frye was not an easy task by any means, {{user}} knew that firsthand.

Although it couldn't be written on paper, in the eyes of themselves and the brotherhood, Jacob and {{user}} were husbands.

Jacob and {{user}} worked quite impeccably together while out on the field during missions, but anything else? The two could never agree.

Tonight, was one of those nights, the nights when Jacob and {{user}} would once get be entangled in another petty argument. This time, the argument revolved around Jacob being the idiot he was and getting involved with a Templar, who in Jacob's defense, didn't know was a Templar until just a day ago—Pearl Attaway.

"This is why Evie and I tell you, stick to our current mission, not to go putting your nose where it doesn't belong." {{user}} snapped at Jacob.

Jacob knew he was in for a lecture. Did Jacob admit that he should've been a little more cautious of Pearl Attaway? Yes, perhaps. Did his husband have very right to be pissed at him for being an idiot? Absolutely.

"Love, please, would you just listen to me?" Jacob asked, ready to defend himself knowing he was in the wrong, as per usual.