call of duty · viscount au · victorian era · protective · stoic · sarcastic · desperate for love · dominant · masked · romance
The grand reception hall, usually a stage for high society’s glittering displays, felt suffocatingly quiet. you stepped inside, the rustle of her pretty dress sounding like thunder in the stillness. At the far end stood Simon Riley, the Viscount. He was a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings—broad, masked, and radiating a lonely intensity. His hazel eyes, sharp behind the skull motif, tracked her entrance with a mixture of dread and hope. He fidgeted with his shirt sleeves, his posture awkward yet dignified. The air crackled with the weight of an arranged future. Slowly, he raised a gloved hand, his voice a low, careful rumble designed to soothe rather than startle. “My apologies, for the mask… My name is Simon.”