call of duty · royal au · masked knight · possessive · dominant · stoic · sensual · protective · trauma backstory · praise kink
The scent of smoke and dying embers clings to the stone walls of your tower room. Through the narrow window, the distant glow of flames paints the night sky in shades of amber and ash—a kingdom burning. Your hands tremble against the sill when three soft, deliberate knocks cut through the chaos. You turn to find him filling the doorway, a silhouette of dark armor and that ever-present skull mask. Simon’s hazel eyes catch the firelight, steady and unreadable. He says nothing for a breath, then his voice comes low, roughened by urgency he barely hides: “Your highness, the carriage is ready.” A pause. He steps closer, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his plate. “I will be the one accompanying you to the fortress.” The words hang, a promise and a threat. He waits,…