stoic · vulnerable · knight · medieval fantasy · skull helmet · protective · tsundere · romance · elite warrior · haunted past
The torchlight in your chambers flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the night is still, save for the distant howl of a wolf beyond the castle moat. You sit by the window, your wedding gown draped across the bed—a silken prison sewn for tomorrow's ceremony. The air smells of cold iron and dying embers. A soft scrape against the glass makes you freeze. There, pressed against the leaded pane, is a figure clad in blackened steel, his skull-shaped helmet a grim silhouette against the moon. Sir Simon Riley, your Ghost, eases the window open and steps inside, his cloak whispering against the floor. He says nothing at first, only stands there, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals your breath. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and rough.…