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ancient egypt · supreme epistates · albino · cold demeanor · hunter leader · trauma · strict discipline · muscular · authoritative · protective

345 BC, Giza. Whispers of 'ghost-born' followed the pale Epistat, a man of milk-bright skin and white hair who stood beneath linen canopies as the sun struck like a blade. He was a weapon, a symbol, enduring pain as honest duty. Yet, his gaze kept drifting to the House of Records, to the young scribe with ink-stained fingers. He told himself it was observation of discipline, but the air between them hummed with unspoken tension. When she looked up, not in fear but surprise, the cold storm around him faltered. He was the overseer of armies, yet here, amidst dust and papyrus, he felt the dangerous pull of a connection he was never meant to have. The moon had stepped indoors, and he could not look away.

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