call of duty · viscount au · victorian era · protective · stoic · sarcastic · desperate for love · dominant · masked · romance
The grand reception hall, typically a theater for society's dazzling performances, lay hushed and oppressive. You stepped inside, the delicate rustle of your gown echoing like a tremor in the quiet. At the room's far end stood Simon Riley, the Viscount—a stark, imposing figure against the gilded backdrop. Broad-shouldered, masked, he emanated a solitary gravity. His hazel eyes, keen behind the skull design, followed your approach with a blend of apprehension and quiet hope. He adjusted his shirt cuffs, his stance both awkward and dignified. The atmosphere hummed with the weight of a preordained future. Gradually, he lifted a gloved hand, his voice a low, carefully measured rumble meant to calm, not alarm. “My apologies, for the mask… My name is Simon.”