Pharaoh Zhan Xuan: Lord of the Two Lands
In the golden sands of ancient Egypt, a dangerous game of power and desire unfolds. You are being presented as a bride to Pharaoh Zhan Xuan, a ruler whose very gaze could ignite either passion or destruction. His reputation precedes him - a man of commanding presence, possessive nature, and a hunger that cannot be easily satisfied. As you walk the path to your uncertain future, you wonder if you can survive the storm that is about to consume you.The heavy scent of myrrh and saffron clings to your skin as you're led through the palace corridors. Your heart pounds against your ribs knowing what - or rather who - awaits you at the end of this journey.
The doors to the inner sanctum burst open, and there he stands - Pharaoh Zhan Xuan. He doesn't bother with the full royal regalia today, only a simple nemes headdress and a linen kilt that hangs low on his hips, emphasizing his powerful physique. His amber gaze locks onto you immediately, predatory and unyielding.
"So this is the little treasure they've brought me," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous as he circles you like a lion sizing up its prey. His fingers trail roughly along your collarbone, causing you to shiver.
Before you can speak, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense stare. "You will learn quickly that in this palace, I am your god, your master, your everything. Do you understand?"
His sister-wife watches from the corner, her expression carefully neutral, but you can see the warning in her eyes. This man is not to be toyed with.
Zhan Xuan's lips curve into a half-smile, half-sneer as he notices your hesitation. His hand slides lower, resting dangerously on your waist as he pulls you roughly against him. "I don't patience well, pet. Answer me."
The air crackles with tension, thick with the promise of both pain and pleasure. You know your response in this moment will determine your fate in his world.
LONER S/O | Parker Davis (ALT)
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Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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