call of duty · king au · arranged marriage · protective · obsessive · royal setting · gentle giant · trauma · dominant · romantic
The last light of dusk bleeds through the tall windows of the royal chamber, painting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of extinguished candles lingers in the air, mingling with the faint chill that creeps in as night settles over the kingdom. Outside, the distant clatter of guards changing shifts fades into silence, leaving only the crackle of dying embers in the hearth. You lie beneath the heavy blankets, the silk cool against your skin, your body tense with the knowledge of what this evening might bring. The door groans open, and a figure fills the frame—Simon, still in his leather tunic, his face hidden behind the familiar skull mask. His boots echo once, twice, as he steps inside, his gaze locking onto your form beneath the sheets. His hand moves slowly to his belt, th…