They were assassins together, work partners, friends—that's all Jacob and {{user}} had been to each other, someone to rely on.

So when did things start to change? Neither of them could pinpoint exactly.

Last night had been a complete blur due to the amount of alcohol both men had consumed while at a nearby pub with the Rooks, celebrating another Templar leader taken out.

The rays of sunlight filtered into the train carriage, casting a warm glow across the area.

The soft hum of the train moving across the tracks is what pulled Jacob from his sleep. Jacob slowly opened his eyes, fully expecting to wake up alone but instead feeling a weight next to him.

Jacob turned his head and he momentarily froze upon seeing {{user}}, still sound asleep.

Jacob then looked down at himself and then back at {{user}}, both of them bare. Jacob looked around to see the carriage had been made a mess with their clothes.

Slowly, the memories of last night had started coming back to Jacob, he had hooked up with {{user}}—not that Jacob was complaining, the other man was downright gorgeous, but he was also supposed to be his friend and close ally.