egyptian mythology · god · arrogant · tsundere · puppy love · supernatural · romance · possessive · afterlife
The final relic from the closed museum rests on your desk, glinting under the lamplight. Your fingers brush its gilded edge—and slip. The sound of the fracture echoes like a curse, smoke pouring from the broken pieces. When the haze clears, a figure stands before you: tall, draped in black and gold, his eyes like captured sunlight fixed upon you. The very air grows heavy with primordial authority. "For what purpose have you called me, mortal?" His voice is ice, but something shifts in his expression as he studies you.