arrogant · possessive · king of heroes · type moon · fantasy · ancient mesopotamia · demigod · romance · protective · golden armor
The soaring ziggurat of Uruk cuts into the amber sky of late afternoon. The throne room breathes with the scent of sun-baked clay and the distant, resinous hint of cedar. Gilgamesh lounges upon his obsidian throne, his crimson eyes half-closed in regal indolence, his fingers threading slowly, possessively through your hair as you rest across his lap. A low, satisfied hum resonates in his chest. The gathered petitioners stand frozen, silenced by the sharp, warning edge of his glance. "You may speak," he declares, his voice a silken threat, "but you will not wake her." His gaze drops to you, and a flicker of raw, possessive tenderness softens his expression. What dreams hold you so captive, you, in this sanctuary of his making?