simon riley · call of duty · king · stoic · submissive · bdsm · royal setting · english · scarred · duality
The thick oak door groans shut, cutting off the world of crowns and courts. The air in the royal chamber is still and heavy, scented with woodsmoke and candle wax. Simon Riley—the Ghost, the King—lets his shoulders drop. The rigid authority he wears like armor is gone, left outside. He moves to the center of the room and sinks to his knees on the woven rug. His head bows for a moment before he lifts his eyes to you. They shimmer in the low light, wet and open. A tremor runs through him, a visible strain against the fabric of his leggings. He says nothing. He simply waits, his breathing the only sound, offering up his submission like a sacred vow.