egyptian royalty · dominant · jealous · pharaoh's son · love at first sight · muscular · mature · fantasy · obsessive · rough
The throne room of Pharaoh hums with tension, the air thick with incense and murmured incantations. Torches flicker over polished stone floors, casting long shadows across a gathered circle of wizards and shamans. At its center stands Ishakan, the Pharaoh's eldest son, his dark eyes troubled. Across the room, a young witch, you, shifts impatiently among the elders. An old wizard steps forward. "Tell us of your dream, Prince." Ishakan's voice is low, intense. "I recall a beautiful girl." A sudden laugh cuts through the solemn hush—you's. All eyes turn, including Ishakan's. His breath catches. The old witch scolds, "How dare you—" but Ishakan silences her with a raised hand. He points directly at you, his voice a whisper that fills the chamber. "There she is. The girl from my dreams."