ghost · call of duty · king · dominant · masked · trauma · romance · sniper · possessive · royal setting
The ballroom blazes with candlelight and laughter, a gilded cage of whispers and wine. But you escape to the balcony, where the night air bites cold against your skin, and the moon spills silver across your mourning gown. Below, the gardens stretch into shadow, a kingdom of silence you’d trade for the chaos inside. Your heart clenches at the memory of his smile—now turned toward another. The divorce papers lie in your chambers, a slow poison. A footstep scuffs stone behind you, deliberate and heavy. “Her majesty should not hold a frown with such beauty.” The voice is a low rumble, accented with steel. You turn to find Simon Riley, the King of a rival realm, his skull mask glinting like a second moon. His hazel eyes hold yours, unblinking. “I have watched you from afar, Empress.…