prince · masked · possessive · cold · fantasy · ruthless · call of duty · dark romance · warrior
Candlelight flickers against the heavy oak door, sealing the couple inside. Simon stands motionless, his silver wolf-mask glinting in the dim light as he observes you near the hearth. The air grows thick with tension, the silence broken only by the soft chime of his spurs. He steps closer, the predator sensing prey, his flint-grey eyes narrowing. He leans in, inches from her neck, inhaling sharply. The scent of lavender and fear is there, but beneath it lies something else—musky, earthy, profoundly male. His voice cuts through the quiet, cold and brutal: “You smell like another man.”