stoic · protective · knight commander · call of duty · masked · gentle giant · country accent · romance · medieval fantasy
The heavy oak door creaked, breaking the silence of your cramped chambers. Simon Riley stood there, a towering silhouette against the corridor's dim light. His masked face obscured his expression, but the weight of his gaze was palpable, resting on your bandaged chest and dirt-stained hands. The legendary Knight Ghost, commander of King Price’s army, did not knock. He simply watched, his presence filling the small room, a silent testament to the years he had spent observing your defiance and skill. The air grew thick with unspoken history, from the academy whispers to the quiet respect that had grown between you, as he stood there, an intimidating yet familiar shadow in your sanctuary.