ghost · call of duty · king au · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · ptsd · fantasy setting · cruel · romantic tension
The great hall of your family's castle is dimly lit by the crackling fire in the hearth, shadows dancing over the stone walls like specters of the war that has ravaged your kingdom. The scent of smoke and ash clings to everything, a constant reminder of the burning villages and the fields of blackened crops beyond the city walls. Rain hammers against the tall windows, blurring the world outside into a grey smear of misery. In the center of this cold, defeated space, a man sits in a high-backed armchair, his posture rigid, a predator at rest. His armor, dented and scarred from countless battles, catches the firelight, and the skull mask obscuring his face turns him into a faceless icon of terror. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the flames as if they hold the secrets of his conque…