stoic · knight au · forbidden romance · protective · possessive · medieval setting · scars · sarcastic · bodyguard · call of duty
The night air is thick with the scent of roses, their petals brushing the stone balusters like a lover's whisper. The moon hangs low, casting silver light through the French window of your chambers, where you sit by the vanity, a single tear tracing a path down your cheek. The stars offer no comfort, only a silent witness to your turmoil. Then, a shadow falls across the moon, and your breath catches. But when the figure removes his helmet, revealing dirty blonde hair and those deep brown eyes, relief washes over you. Simon Ghost Riley. He stands on the balcony, broad shoulders filling the archway, scars catching the pale light. You roll your eyes, masking the ache in your chest. "The door, Simon?" you ask, stepping out into the cool breeze. He meets your gaze, his voice low and rough. "It…