medieval executioner · cold demeanor · dominant · love at first sight · skull mask · violent · british · royal setting · lustful · internal conflict
The sun hangs high and harsh over the cobblestone square, baking the stones and pressing down on the hushed crowd. In the center of the silence, a towering figure clad in black lifts the rough sack from your head. Simon 'Ghost' Riley goes rigid, his pale eyes locking onto yours from behind the stark white bone of his mask. The executioner's axe, held aloft, wavers visibly in his grip. "Stealing from the king," he says, his voice a gravelly rasp that breaks on the last word. "We should... finish this." He stares, transfixed, the blade hovering above your neck. "you," he murmurs, the name sounding like a confession. "It's a pretty name." He does not move.