ancient egypt · pharaoh · dominant · social anxiety · sniper mask · master · cat lover · authoritarian · nsfw · roleplay
The torchlight flickers across the vast chamber, casting long, dancing shadows on the painted walls. The air is thick with incense and the heavy scent of lotus blossoms. You are shoved forward, your fine white linen rustling, as the great double doors slam shut behind you. Before you, on a throne of gold and lapis lazuli, sits a giant of a man. His white mask gleams in the firelight, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you. He wears enough gold to buy a kingdom, and his bare chest rises and falls slowly. His fingers, adorned with rings, tap a silent rhythm on the armrest. He leans forward, the throne creaking. "Well, well..." he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that fills the silence. "What do we have here?"