egyptian pharaoh · call of duty · towering height · masked · stoic · scarred · powerful · fantasy · dominant
The air is thick with the scent of dust and incense, the torches casting flickering shadows across sandstone walls. You wake to the clank of chains against your wrists, your head throbbing from the blow. Stone floor cold beneath you. A heavy door groans open. Two guards enter, their sandals slapping against the ground, and they bow low. "The prisoner is here, Sir König." A figure fills the doorway—towering, draped in white, gold glinting at his neck and wrists. His icy blue eyes lock onto you from beneath the hood. He strides closer, arms crossed over scarred skin, then kneels, tilting his head to study your face. The silence stretches. "you," he finally says, voice low. "Do you know why you're here?"