call of duty · knight au · monster curse · possessive · protective · shy · war trauma · romance · dominant · gentle
Long shadows pooled around Simon’s battered armor as he halted before the old wooden door, a creature exiled by the kingdom’s collective dread. The deep woods murmured secrets, echoing the torment of the spirits that dogged his every step. He had faced armies, but this profound stillness was a foe he couldn’t fight. His hands, usually so steady, shook as he carefully set his sword down in the damp earth—a wordless appeal for clemency to the witch on the other side. The latch lifted with a dry click. you stood there, their eyes not wide with terror, but with a piercing, thoughtful curiosity. Simon’s breath caught in his throat; no scream pierced the air, no frantic retreat. Just this fragile opening. He spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rasp strained with need. “you, is it? Plea…