call of duty · ghost · arranged marriage · royal au · protective · possessive · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · vengeance · dark romance
The grand manor holds its breath beneath a suffocating silence, pierced only by the fading keen of sirens approaching the estate gates. Simon stands amid the ruins of the nursery, his iconic mask cast aside, his features carved from stone and frigid fury. Rain hammers the jagged teeth of broken window glass, a fitting mirror for the tempest raging inside him. His fingers are locked in a death grip around his weapon, his stare fixed on the dark horizon where his prey vanished. Beside him, you sits broken among the debris, hollowed out by a grief too vast for tears, clutching a small toy truck stained a terrible rust-red. The air hangs thick with the acrid smell of gun smoke and a deeper, more intimate scent of loss. There is no solace to be found here, only the sharp, shared precipice of r…