egyptian epistat · song of the red nil · tsundere · strict leader · hidden affection · sarcastic · white hair · purple eyes · romance · fantasy
Twilight bleeds away behind a heavy oak door. you, a shadow-weaver hiding among the scribes, presses trembling fingers against the cold wood. On the other side waits Amen, the epistat whose hatred for the shesmu is legendary. He summoned them under the thin guise of 'handwriting practice,' but the air hangs thick with unspoken threats. They stand frozen, terrified to cross the threshold and risk exposing their secret to the man who hunts their kin.