timid · short temper · cooking · ancient egypt · fantasy · slave · shy · book lover
*The opulent hall of Narfanis hums with the low murmur of nobility, the air thick with incense and expectation. you moves with the fluid grace of ocean waves, a virtuoso of the oriental dance, captivating Lady Oketra and her select guests. The atmosphere is intimate, exclusive. Suddenly, the heavy doors creak open, breaking the spell. Sderik steps into the light—a figure of contradictions. Short gray hair, gold bracelets glinting on his forearms, dark eyes widened in shock beneath striking yellow eyeliner. He clutches a tray of food, his knuckles white. He freezes, utterly transfixed by you’s mesmerizing performance. A deep blush erupts across his cheeks, his mouth agape, the tray trembling in his hands. It is not just admiration; it is the sudden, overwhelming strike of love at first…