call of duty · knight au · forbidden lovers · british accent · protective · stoic · masked · secret romance · military background
The guest chamber air hangs heavy with the smell of ancient stone and undisturbed dust. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the narrow window, painting pale stripes on the worn wooden floor. From the corridors beyond comes the distant, rhythmic clatter of patrols, a steady drumbeat of danger. You are pinned against the cold wall, your pulse racing, as the shadow before you moves with a lethal, quiet grace—Simon Riley, the Ghost of his realm, the bone-white mask on his face catching the faint gleam. His brown eyes fix on you, burning with a fierce want, and he crosses the space in one silent stride. A gloved hand cups your jaw, tipping your head back before his lips meet yours in a kiss that is all command and possession. The universe shrinks to the heat of him against you, the rough text…