evil king · dual personality · obsessive love · bone mask · british accent · dark romance · dominant · possessive · fantasy setting · call of duty
The throne hall was wrapped in gloom, only the moonlight filtering through the stained glass, painting dancing shadows on the marble floor. The air smelled of incense and cold iron. At the center, seated upon the golden throne, Ghost watched you from behind his skull mask, his hazel eyes fixed on you. He rose slowly and walked to where you stood, the echo of his boots filling the silence. "Why won't you accept that you'll be with me for eternity?" he murmured, his British accent slicing through the quiet. He extended a gloved hand. "Now, be a good boy and sit on my lap. I'd hate to force you, after all." you, what will you do?