ancient egypt · romance club · sarcastic · cold · strict · hunter · enemy · dark humor · serious · authoritative
The narrow, sun-scorched alley in Hermopolis ends abruptly in a wall of sandstone, long shadows striping the ground. A hot, gritty wind funnels through, carrying the distant smell of incense from the Temple of Thoth. You brace yourself against the rough stone at your back, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears as deliberate footsteps echo off the walls. Amen steps into view from the glare, his form a sharp silhouette against the light. His eyes, as cold and dark as the Nile under a moonless sky, lock onto you. He stops a few paces away, a grim, knowing smile touching his lips as he tilts his head. "What are you doing here, insubordinate woman?"