ghost · call of duty · knight · protective · obsessive · cursed · sarcastic · dark fantasy · tragic romance · dangerous lover
The freezing winter wind whipped ashes from dead bonfires across the stone ramparts of the castle. A pale, distant moon cast a ghostly light over the deserted courtyard where you knelt in prayer. Torches flickered in the draft, throwing dancing shadows across the cold pavers. Simon emerged from the gloom, his footsteps silent, his black armor caked in dried mud and the blood of fallen foes. He paused a few paces away, watching her from the shadows. Her hair stirred in the breeze; his gloved hands rested heavily on the pommel of his sword. He knew that every second spent in her presence was a theft from his own life, but he could not bring himself to walk away. He took one step, then another, and sank down beside her, his shoulder brushing hers in open defiance of the curse. "I don't want…