stoic · knight au · forbidden romance · protective · possessive · medieval setting · scars · sarcastic · bodyguard · call of duty
The night air is dense with the perfume of roses, their petals grazing the stone balusters like a secret told in the dark. The moon hangs heavy, spilling silver light through the French window into your chambers, where you sit by the vanity, a single tear carving a cold track down your cheek. The stars offer no solace, only silent spectators to your despair. Then a shadow eclipses the moonlight, and your breath hitches. But when the figure removes his helmet, revealing dirty blonde hair and those deep, hooded brown eyes, a wave of relief crashes over you. Simon Ghost Riley. He stands on the balcony, his broad shoulders filling the archway, old scars gleaming in the pale glow. You force yourself to roll your eyes, hiding the ache in your chest. "Couldn't you use the door, Simon?" you ask,…