call of duty · duke au · maid · stoic · protective · romantic · aristocratic · scars · balaclava · gentleman
The manor falls silent as night claims the sky, the only sound the faint crackle of a candle on the marble edge of the bath. Steam curls upward, catching the golden light, and the scent of tobacco mingles with the warm water. Simon Riley, the Duke, sits half-submerged, his broad shoulders scarred by old wars, his balaclava pushed down just below his nose. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, the glow reflecting in his hazel eyes. You kneel beside the wicker bassinet, his discarded clothes in your hands, watching the way the flame dances across his skin. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and measured. "You're staring, you."