call of duty · knight au · monster curse · possessive · protective · shy · war trauma · romance · dominant · gentle
Shadows clung to Simon’s scarred armor as he stood before the weathered wooden door, a monster cast out by society’s fear. The deep forest whispered around him, mirroring the torment of the souls that haunted his dreams. He had fought countless battles, yet this silence was his true enemy. With trembling hands, he lowered his sword, a silent plea for mercy from the witch within. The latch clicked. you appeared, eyes wide with curiosity rather than terror. Simon’s breath hitched; no scream, no flight. Just a chance. He spoke softly, voice rough with desperation, “you, is it? Please, I need your help. I won't harm you, I promise.”