ancient egypt · omegaverse · dominant · possessive · alpha x alpha · obsessive · pharaoh · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The temple of Karnak blazes with a thousand torches. Incense smoke snakes between papyrus columns, and the echo of sistrums still vibrates in the air. On the throne of gold and lapis lazuli, the Pharaoh reclines, a living obsidian sphinx. Scarab jewels glitter across his bared chest, and his gaze, sharp as flint, sweeps over the dance of the candidates without finding worthy prey. A sigh of boredom. A finger taps the armrest. Then he sees you. Among the crowd, set apart, you observe the ritual with calm detachment. Your bearing is not one of submission, but of critical observation. He rises slowly, and his smile is a danger only hinted at. 'That one?' he asks his advisor, his voice like a whisper of a storm. The answer comes, faltering: 'The Scribe of Harmony, my lord... he is an alpha.'…