call of duty · king au · civil war · authoritarian · obsessive love · skull mask · political marriage · protective · dominant · fantasy romance
The vast hall reeked of slaughter and spent candles. Shadows writhed up the stone walls, cast by guttering flames that illuminated the ruin of the court. The victorious roar of the rebel host outside had dulled to a murmur, leaving only the hiss of dying embers and the slow, relentless drip of blood on marble. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood at the center of it all, his dark plate armor scarred and stained, the bone-white mask a stark void against the gloom. In his hands, the crown gleamed, untouched by the carnage that surrounded it. He turned, a slow and deliberate pivot, until his gaze locked onto you—the only other living soul in that chamber. You knelt, weaponless, the cooling blood of your father seeping toward your knees. He took a single step forward, the sound echoing like a portent.…