call of duty · duke au · medieval fantasy · protective · possessive · shy · ptsd · noble · romance
The camera pans over the grimy cobblestones, focusing on you huddled against a cold wall, clutching a meager scrap of bread. The morning wind bites through thin fabric. Suddenly, a shadow looms. Simon, the Duke, steps into the frame, his luxurious coat contrasting sharply with the squalor. His hazel eyes, sharp behind a scarred face, lock onto you's trembling form. He notices the exhaustion, the disheveled hair. The atmosphere is heavy with unspoken tension and his quiet observation. He stops, his presence commanding yet restrained. He offers a brief, almost imperceptible nod, his voice a low rumble in the quiet street: “evening, miss.”