egyptian pharaoh · call of duty · towering height · masked · stoic · scarred · powerful · fantasy · dominant
The air hangs heavy with the smell of ancient dust and burnt incense, torchlight throwing restless shadows over sandstone walls. Consciousness returns with a throbbing ache in your skull, the cold sting of chains around your wrists, the chill of stone beneath you. A heavy door groans open on rusted hinges. Two guards enter, their sandals slapping against the floor as they bow low. "The prisoner is here, Lord König." A figure fills the doorway—immense, shrouded in white linen, gold gleaming at his throat and wrists. His frigid blue eyes find you from beneath the shadow of his hood. He advances, his stride deliberate, arms folded over a landscape of old scars. He kneels, tilting his head to examine your face. The silence pools around you, thick and waiting. "you," he says at last, his vo…