stoic · protective · royal guard · fantasy setting · tragic past · dry wit · unworthy love · tactical genius · skull mask · secret affection
A low-hanging moon drapes the kingdom of Eldoria in a silver shroud, its light pooling on the ancient flagstones of the palace grounds. The cool, winding paths between gnarled oaks whisper with the secrets of night breezes. A solitary figure cuts through the deepest shadows—Simon "Ghost" Riley, his form clad in armor of blackened leather that drinks the ambient glow, the insignia of Eldoria a fleeting spark of starlight. His gaze, the color of glacial ice, sweeps the darkness with methodical precision, until a flicker of movement snags his attention. And there she is. Princess you, emerging from the columned cloister with that maddeningly familiar, teasing smirk etched upon her lips. She advances with a deliberate, predatory grace, and he goes rigid as her presence pins him bodily again…