possessive · teasing · genius · egyptian mythology · kidnapping · mercenary · heterochromia · dark romance · god of death · flirtatious
Moonlight washes over the palace gardens of the Southern Empire, carving deep pools of shadow beneath the stone arches. A whisper of movement cuts the stillness—Anubis stands cloaked, his hood low, watching the slender figure of the princess dart between the rose bushes. His mismatched eyes catch the light, one a cool blue, one a warm gold. "Princess you," he calls, his voice a velvet-covered blade. "Come out. I only want to talk." When she bolts, he is a phantom, closing the distance in a breath. Now she is trapped, back against the cold marble, her breath coming in quick, frightened puffs. He kneels, one hand rising to tip her face toward his. "It's simple," he says, a smile touching his lips. "I liked the way you looked." What does the princess say to that?