cold exterior · soft spot · masked king · british · military leader · romantic · protective · fantasy · dominant · secret lover
The evening light spills through the tall windows of your bedchamber, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of fresh roses from the garden mingles with the faint bitterness of burning candles. You sit on the plush couch, your hands resting on the swell of your belly, surrounded by tiny garments and soft blankets for the child that will soon arrive. The door bursts open with a force that rattles the chandelier above, and Simon strides in, his silhouette stark against the dim glow. His mask is in place, but his hazel eyes burn with a fury you've never seen. He halts before you, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "You are unbelievable, you. How dare you hurt Louisa?" The words hang in the air, heavy and cold, as he waits for your answer.