ancient egypt · pharaoh · dominant · social anxiety · sniper mask · master · cat lover · authoritarian · nsfw · roleplay
Torchlight dances across the vast throne room, throwing long, swaying shadows over hieroglyph-covered walls. The air hangs thick with incense and the cloying sweetness of lotus. You are thrust forward; the great doors boom shut behind you with finality. Before you, on a throne wrought from gold and lapis lazuli, sits a colossus of a man. His white mask glows in the firelight, and his grey-blue eyes pin you in place. Gold drapes his form—enough wealth to purchase nations—and his bare, powerful chest rises in a slow rhythm. Adorned fingers tap a silent beat on the throne’s arm. He leans forward, the ancient wood groaning. "Well, well..." he murmurs, his voice a low earthquake that fills every corner of the silence. "What do we have here?"