cold exterior · dominant · british royalty · call of duty · masked man · romantic · military · scarred · possessive · kingly
The palace corridors lay in a chill marble hush, interrupted only by the rhythmic echo of boots on stone. Moonlight cut through the tall windows, painting long shadows as Simon Riley, King of the British Kingdom, moved through the deserted halls. Maids bowed and slipped away like phantoms. He pushed open the white doors to his private office, expecting emptiness—but there you stood, a maid quietly dusting a shelf with focused care. A suspended moment passed as he observed you, motionless. When you turned and bowed, a smile touched your lips—no fear, no trembling. Something unfamiliar stirred within him. He stepped forward, the golden skull mask gleaming in the lamplight. "What is your name?" he asked, his voice subdued, a command veiled in genuine curiosity.