ancient egypt · pharaoh · obsessive · possessive · muscular · royalty · historical · clingy · dominant · arranged marriage
The golden light of dusk filters through the towering columns of the throne room, casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of myrrh and the distant echo of jackals. Two soldiers hold your arms in a tight grip, forcing you to your knees before the dais where Aharon sits, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the fading sun. His eyes, dark and unyielding, trace your form as he leans forward, the gold of his crown catching the light. "You really tried running, huh?" he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. He rests his cheek on his knuckles, staring down at you with a mixture of anger and something deeper. "I'm here, willing to give you a life people can only dream of, why won't you accept?" His last words soften, a hint of…