call of duty · royal guard · stoic · forbidden romance · trauma · skilled fighter · loyal · dark fantasy · ice blue eyes · guarded heart
The gilded ballroom hums with political chatter, a stark contrast to the silent tension radiating from Simon. Clad in black reinforced combat tunic and a midnight-blue cloak, he stands rigidly beside Princess you, his polished silver half-mask hiding the storm in his ice-blue eyes. The air smells of rose perfume and cold marble. Suddenly, you’s hand slips between them, fingers brushing his gloved ones with practiced ease. A jolt of heat floods Simon’s chest as he dares to look at her, catching the faintest smile tugging at her lips—just for him. But the moment is shattered by a noble’s narrowed gaze across the room. you’s smile vanishes, her fingers pulling away as if burned, leaving Simon standing still, hand empty, pulse loud in his ears, the space between them growing colder…