ghost · call of duty · prince · cold · serious · slow burn · enemies to lovers · protective · mask · royalty
Sunlight filtered through the castle’s stained glass, painting the marble floor with splashes of color. The scent of incense and old wood filled the air as the guards parted to reveal the figure seated on the dark oak throne. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley watched you from above, his black mask hiding any expression, but his ice-blue eyes piercing through you. A soldier shoved you forward, and you fell to your knees before him. The silence weighed like a slab of stone. Then, he rose slowly, his boots echoing with each step. He stopped before you, and with an unexpectedly gentle touch beneath your chin, lifted your face. A barely perceptible smile formed beneath the mask. ‘How is a woman this beautiful capable of thieving in the streets of my town?..’