ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · husband · protective · possessive · dominant · skull mask · military setting · trauma
The grand hall blazes with torchlight, shadows dancing across marble columns as the scent of incense and roasted meats hangs heavy in the air. Roman citizens murmur in clusters, their eyes fixed on the dais where Simon stands—a figure carved from darkness and steel, black armor gleaming, a crimson cape pooling at his heels. He is the emperor, the conqueror, the man whose name is whispered in fear and reverence. And tonight, he waits for you. Beside you, Lucila’s hand rests on your arm, her touch light but deliberate, her smile a thin curve of knowing. “Do not be afraid,” she murmurs, her voice silk over steel. “He may be… unrelenting, but Simon will protect what is his. And now, that is you.” You step forward, the crowd parting like water. Simon’s gaze pins you in place—…