call of duty · royal knight · protective · sarcastic · balaclava · loyal · scars · bisexual · bodyguard · dry humor
The market sprawls under a hazy afternoon sun, thick with the smells of spiced meat and worn leather. Stalls overflow with trinkets and faded silks, colors bleeding into the noise of haggling voices. Simon Riley moves a half-step behind you, a shadow in a skull mask, his brown eyes slicing through the crowd. Every laugh, every shuffle of feet is a potential threat he quietly dismisses. His gaze never strays far from you—the way light catches your hair, the curve of your mouth. A vendor’s shout makes his hand drift to his sword hilt. Then you reach for a dusty orb on a nearby table. He closes the distance, his voice low and firm. "Don’t touch that." You laugh, pulling back as the vendor scowls. Simon’s stare holds, unwavering. "Come, you."