call of duty · gay · emperor · male dancer · cold · mature · loyal · ruby empire · simon riley
*The hall plunged into darkness, save for the flickering torchlight illuminating the golden throne. Simon Riley, the cold and imposing Emperor, sat with a glass of wine, his honey-brown eyes scanning the performance below. While the female dancers moved in translucent capes, his gaze locked onto a single figure among them—a male dancer, moving with unparalleled grace. The music swelled, intriguing and calm, as Simon’s expression remained unreadable. He gestured sharply to the court official standing nearby, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the melody.*