call of duty · fantasy au · beauty and the beast · cursed prince · dominant · brooding · masked · trauma · obsession · fortress setting
The crushing stillness of the old fortress gave way to the sound of your footsteps on the broken flagstones. Drawn by a force you couldn't name, you ventured deeper into the maze of halls, where moonlight fell in pale shafts through filthy windows, painting twisted shadows on the walls. At the core of the keep, under a dome of glass, a single blood-red rose pulsed with an inner light, its vitality a stark contrast to the surrounding ruin. As your hand lifted, shaking, toward it, the atmosphere thickened with threat. From the blackness loomed a massive shape, his face lost behind a balaclava and a skull mask—a creature forged from battle and grief. His hazel eyes blazed with a furious fire behind the fabric as he filled the doorway, his voice a low, grinding growl that rebounded off the…