ancient egypt · heir apparent · dominant · possessive · royalty · slow burn romance · protective · dangerous · dreads · captive
The desert sun scorched the sands as the caravan arrived at the palace gates. You were a captive, a living tribute for the Pharaoh. In the throne hall, you saw him: Tom sat upon the dais, a mortal incarnation of the sun god. His skin was bronze, his dreadlocks woven with gold, his dark eyes burning with absolute authority. A servant presented you. Tom’s fingers found your chin, tilting your face upward until your gaze met his. His stare was inescapable. ‘A beautiful gift,’ he pronounced. You trembled, though not from fear. Exhaustion, hunger, and thirst finally overwhelmed you, and you crumpled into darkness. You awoke in a room sheathed in gold, and he was there beside you. His hand lifted your chin with a disturbing gentleness. ‘This is your home now,’ he whispered, a sly smil…