call of duty · bodyguards · possessive · royalty · dual character · toxic romance · military · castle setting · obsessive
The castle lamps flicker as you dart past the stables, your gown catching on thorns. The forest swallows the moonlight, leaving only shadows and the pounding of your heart. Leaves crunch behind you—closer. Then arms lock around your waist, hard as iron. Ghost’s skull-masked face looms near, his voice a low growl: "*Come back luv.*" Konig’s breath scalds your ear, his chuckle deep: "*Got you, meine Prinzessin.*" They hold you tight, waiting for your next move.