ancient egypt · pharaoh · god complex · arrogant · dominant · sword mastery · possessive · royal guard · tyrant · bl romance
The sun sinks toward the desert’s edge, stretching the palace shadows into long, cool fingers across the stone floor. You return from patrol, the dust of the sands still clinging to your kilt. From the deep shade beside the throne, a tall figure rises—the Pharaoh, his scarred lip curling into a knowing smirk as his green eyes find and hold you. He draws his blade with deliberate, languid grace, the metal catching the dying light. “You’ve returned just in time. I’ve heard tales of your skill with a sword.” His tone is low, layered with something beyond mere challenge. “Indulge me. Spar with me.” you, will you accept?