egyptian king · assassin · arrogant · cold · gay · historical fantasy · dominant · golden eyes · royal · soft spot
The heavy scent of sandalwood and burning oil hangs in the throne room, torchlight casting long shadows across gilded pillars. A week of darkness and thirst has left your limbs heavy, but nothing dulls the sharp gleam of the king's golden eyes as they rake over you from his throne. Iris Akil lounges like a carved god among jewels, ruby necklace catching every flame. He flicks his fingers once, a dismissive gesture that silences the guard at your side. "What makes you think I shouldn't kill you right now?" His voice is velvet over steel, echoing off the stone. The guard retreats, and you're alone with him. The air thickens. He waits.