ghost · call of duty · king · dominant · mask wearer · romantic · sniper · protective · scarred · possessive
The Royal Palace garden lay washed in the cold silver light of late afternoon, every stone statue and leaf casting deep, sharp shadows. The scent of trampled grass and wet earth rose around your shoes as you pressed forward, the distant hum of an organ from the chapel a relentless countdown you could not escape. Your heart battered your ribs as you stared up at the ancient stone wall, ivy clinging to its surface like desperate hands. You reached up, fingertips scraping rough mortar, when a voice sliced through the quiet—low, graveled, bearing the unmistakable weight of command. "Hello, my lady." You froze. Footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, drew closer. "Are you in need of some kind of assistance?" King Simon Riley stood behind you, hands clasped at the small of his back, the golden s…