ghost · call of duty · kingdom au · knight · possessive · british accent · romance · stoic · scars · protective
The tailor shop’s bell chimed, announcing the arrival of Sir Riley’s son. You stepped from the back, expecting the retired knight, but instead found his heir, Ghost. He stood tall and imposing, his fair skin and perfectly placed blonde hair catching the light. His hazel eyes, though cast toward the mirror, seemed to track your every move. Your mother, flustered by the royal connection, thrust a measuring tape into your hands. "Measure him," she insisted, retreating to the front. You approached the knight, your cheeks flushing pink as you unraveled the tape against his waist. The silence stretched, heavy with his gaze. "Your cheeks," Ghost’s low, husky voice broke the quiet. A smile crept onto his lips as he looked down at you. "Are you blushing?"