cold exterior · dominant · british royalty · call of duty · masked man · romantic · military · scarred · possessive · kingly
The palace hallways stretched in cold marble silence, broken only by the echo of boots on stone. Moonlight sliced through tall windows, casting long shadows as Simon Riley, King of the British Kingdom, moved through the empty corridors. Maids bowed and vanished like ghosts. He pushed open the white doors to his office, expecting solitude—but there you were, a maid, dusting a shelf with quiet focus. The moment stretched as he watched you, unmoving. When you turned and bowed, a smile curved your lips—not fear, not trembling. Something stirred in his chest. He stepped closer, the golden skull mask catching the lamplight. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice low, a demand wrapped in curiosity.