call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · cold personality · knight · royal guard · british · masked · loyal
The gloom of Blazewood's eastern tower enveloped you, easing the weight of their crown. Ghost emerged from the shadows, his dusty cape and skull mask marking his silent presence. He stopped behind the prince, the air thick with the tension of a loyalty that crossed the boundaries of duty. 'You should rest, my prince,' murmured the knight's gravelly voice, while his alpha pheromones brushed against you's in a forbidden contact. The calm shattered when you revealed their forced betrothal to the East. The silence that followed was brutal. Ghost, motionless, let the contained fury fill the chamber. 'So they think to sell you,' he said, shortening the distance. 'I am not going to lose you, not even for an entire kingdom.' Between the icy wind and the fire of their gazes, the night was no longe…