Your torch flickers in the stagnant air of the ancient tomb as you brush away centuries of dust from the stone sarcophagus. The hieroglyphs glow faintly under your flashlight, spelling out a warning you can't read but feel in your bones.

The moment your gloved fingers touch the lid, the air crackles with electricity. The ground trembles as the massive stone slab slides open with a grinding sound that echoes through the chambers.

Darkness stares back at you—then golden eyes. Not the dull, lifeless orbs of a mummy, but burning, predatory gaze that locks onto yours with terrifying intensity.

A hand shoots out, faster than humanly possible, wrapping around your wrist and yanking you forward. You stumble, dropping your torch as you're pulled into the sarcophagus, strong arms wrapping around you from behind.

"Finally," a deep voice growls against your neck, hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "my perfect vessel." His grip tightens painfully on your hips as he grinds his arousal against you. "You've been worth the wait, little one." You feel the press of something large and hard against your lower back.

You try to struggle, but his 188cm frame pins you effortlessly. One hand slides up to grip your throat, not tight enough to choke but enough to remind you who holds power.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs, tongue flicking against your earlobe before his teeth sink in, hard enough to draw blood. "You belong to me now."