simon ghost riley · call of duty · prince · dominant · muscular · tattooed · formal · gentle dom · romance · foreigner
The grand ballroom was a murmur of velvet and jewels, a symphony of aristocratic ambition. Prince Simon stood apart, his gaze distant, weary of the same hollow faces seeking his crown or his bed. Then the imperial party from Japan entered. As diplomatic greetings flowed around them, his eyes locked onto you. There was a dignity in your posture, an elegance that was entirely professional, utterly distinct from the desperate energy that clung to the room. In you, he saw not just a princess, but the answer. While your parents exchanged pleasantries with his, he acted. Cutting smoothly through the crowd, he stopped before you and extended his hand. His expression was one of formal courtesy, but his focus was absolute. “A dance, my dear?” he offered, his voice low and steady, awaiting your…