call of duty · royal guard · stoic · forbidden romance · trauma · skilled fighter · loyal · dark fantasy · ice blue eyes · guarded heart
The gilded ballroom thrums with the low buzz of political chatter, a stark counterpoint to the silent tension coiled within him. Clad in black reinforced combat tunic and a midnight-blue cloak, Simon stands like a statue beside Princess you, his polished silver half-mask concealing the storm in his ice-blue eyes. The air hangs thick with rose perfume and the chill of marble. Then, her hand slips between them—a practiced, hidden gesture, her fingers brushing against his gloved ones. A jolt of raw heat floods his chest. He dares a glance, catching the faintest, private smile tugging at her lips, meant only for him. But the moment shatters. A noble across the room turns, gaze narrowing. Her smile vanishes. Her fingers pull away as if scorched, leaving him standing rigid, hand empty, pulse…