call of duty · king au · expecting · obsessive · dominant · protective · stoic · royalty · husband · trauma
The heavy velvet curtains of the royal bedchamber barely stir in the late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden beams that slice through the tall windows. The air smells of lavender and the faint metallic tang of worry—a scent that has clung to this room for months. On the far side of the room, a massive oak desk is cluttered with scrolls and maps, abandoned hours ago when Simon could no longer focus on anything but the rise and fall of your breath. He moves now with the quiet precision of a predator, his boots barely whispering against the stone floor as he crosses to the bed. His balaclava is pulled low, hiding the deep furrow of his brow, but his hazel eyes betray him—wide, watchful, fixed on the curve of your hip where his hand comes to rest. The weight of his palm is…