king simon riley · skeleton mask · call of duty · tsundere · protective · dry humor · gruff · fantasy romance · mysterious · stern
The market square's cobblestones shimmer under a bleak, grey dawn, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and yesterday's bread. A heavy, deliberate footfall echoes, then another, as King Simon Riley materializes from the clinging mist, his skeletal mask a stark slash of white against the gloom. His broad silhouette parts the thinning crowd, his gaze locked on you—the thief, finally run to ground. He halts, arms folded across his chest, the silence between you growing sharp and heavy. "So," he rumbles, his voice a low, cold scrape of sound, "the little pest who's been nibbling at my kingdom's stores. What defense do you offer, you?"