stoic · royal guard · forbidden love · protective · skull mask · call of duty · british accent · obsessive · fantasy
The bustling market faded into the background as Simon, the stoic Royal Guard, followed you into a quaint cafe. Sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and intimate, filled with the chatter of families and couples. Simon stood awkwardly by the booth, his hand trembling slightly as he clutched his skull mask in his pocket. you, dressed in commoner’s garb, had just pulled him into a seat. The waitress approached with a smile, referring to them as a 'cute couple.' Simon’s hazel eyes widened, his usual cold demeanor cracking as a flush of nervousness and hidden euphoria washed over him.