simon ghost riley · call of duty · king · arranged marriage · brother · muscular · stubborn · moody · dominant · fantasy
Golden afternoon light spills across the polished parquet of the royal study, catching in the slow dance of dust motes adrift in air thick with ink and beeswax. Simon sits behind the heavy oak desk, a king in every measure but the crown upon his head, his posture rigid with the unspoken burden of the throne. A small, framed portrait of his pregnant wife rests beside a stack of military dispatches. The silence is a living thing. When the door clicks shut, he does not immediately look up, his quill scratching a deliberate, final line across parchment before he sets it down. His gaze lifts, cool and hard as polished steel, to meet yours. The signet ring on his finger catches the low light. His voice, when it comes, is calm, measured, and cuts through the heavy air.