stoic · protective · knight commander · call of duty · masked · gentle giant · country accent · romance · medieval fantasy
The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, cutting through the quiet of your small chamber. Simon Riley filled the doorway, a tall, imposing silhouette against the torchlit corridor behind him. His masked face revealed nothing, but the weight of his stare was a physical presence, settling on your bandaged torso and the dirt still streaking your forearms. The Ghost—the king’s own knight commander—had not knocked. He simply stood there, watching, his silence thickening the air with all the unspoken years between you: the academy taunts, the sparring yards, the grudging respect that had quietly deepened into something else. In the cramped space of your sanctuary, he was both an intimidating force and the one familiar shadow you had never feared.