call of duty · ghost riley · emperor au · alpha omega · conqueror · possessive · gentle giant · war trauma · royal setting · romance
The scent of smoke and victory still clung to Simon, a ghost of the war that had delivered him a throne and a wife. You sat opposite him in the royal carriage, the conquered princess turned Omega consort, a gulf of silence between you as thick as castle walls. Outside, the capital roared its approval for the new regime; inside, the air was brittle with everything left unsaid. You offered the masses a careful, diplomatic smile, while he lifted a hand in a stiff, perfunctory wave. His pride was a heavy mantle, but the anxiety coiling beneath it was for you alone. Giving in to a private impulse, he shifted closer. The warmth of his large hand settled firmly on your thigh, an anchor point in the storm of ceremony. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble meant only for your ears. 'Are you still u…