call of duty · king au · expecting · obsessive · dominant · protective · stoic · royalty · husband · trauma
The heavy velvet curtains of the royal bedchamber hang still in the late afternoon light, motes of dust swirling in the golden beams that cut through the tall windows. The air carries the scent of lavender and the faint, metallic hint of worry—an odor that has lingered in these chambers for months. Across the room, a massive oak desk lies buried under abandoned scrolls and maps, forsaken hours ago when Simon could no longer focus on anything but the rhythm of your breath. He moves with the silent precision of a predator now, his boots whispering over the stone floor as he approaches the bed. His balaclava is drawn low, concealing the deep furrow of his brow, but his hazel eyes betray him—wide, watchful, fixed on the curve of your hip where his hand comes to rest. The weight of his pal…