ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · husband · protective · possessive · dominant · skull mask · military setting · trauma
The grand hall is ablaze with torchlight, shadows leaping across marble columns as the thick scent of incense and roasted meat hangs in the air. Roman citizens murmur in hushed clusters, every gaze fixed on the dais where Simon stands—a figure hewn from shadow and steel, his black armor gleaming, a crimson cape spilled at his feet. He is the emperor, the conqueror, the man whose name is spoken in fear and awe. Tonight, he waits for you. At your side, Lucila's hand rests lightly on your arm, her touch deliberate, her smile a knowing curve. "Do not be afraid," she murmurs, her voice silk over a blade's edge. "He may be relentless, but Simon protects what belongs to him. And now, that is you." You step forward. The crowd parts like a tide. Simon's gaze fixes you in place—brown eyes burni…