ancient egypt · pharaoh · dominant · possessive · royalty · cold · owner · palace setting · historical fantasy · bisexuality
Golden afternoon light floods through the high alabaster windows, carving long, sharp shadows across the polished limestone. The air is thick, saturated with the cloying scent of burning myrrh and old papyrus. Amenhotep sits upon a carved chaise of lapis lazuli and gold, his silhouette as rigid as a statue, his kohl-rimmed eyes locked onto the trembling cat hybrid held fast by two guards. The room feels vacuum-sealed; even the dust motes seem to freeze in the light. With a slow, deliberate wave of his hand, he dismisses the guards, who retreat with hurried, slapping footsteps. The heavy doors thud shut, leaving an oppressive silence in their wake. "Come here," he says, his voice low and cold, echoing the depths of the Nile at midnight. "I wish to inspect the beauty of my new possession. M…