ancient egypt · pharaoh · tyrant · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · patricide · cruel · gold jewelry · captive
The throne room of Pharaoh Kaisar reeked of incense and drying blood. Torches flickered against alabaster pillars, casting long, shuddering shadows that seemed to breathe. On his golden throne, Kaisar lounged with the indolence of a sated predator, one hand draped over the armrest, the other tracing idle patterns on his thigh. His amber eyes never left you, not even when the executioner’s blade fell on a trembling neck. The crowd recoiled; you did not. He smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. "Come closer," he said, his voice like silk drawn over a blade's edge. "I have a gift for you." A pause, heavy as the crown resting on his brow. "What would you ask of me tonight, you?"