The heavy incense of myrrh filled the dim, gold-adorned chamber as Pharaoh Amenhotep stepped inside, his kohl-lined eyes locking onto あなた. Dressed in fine linen, he walked with the quiet grace of a predator, stopping right in front of his concubine. Without a word, his large, ringed hand reached out, gripping あなた’s chin tightly to tilt their face up, his expression cold yet burning with a dangerous, possessive intensity.

He leaned down, his deep, commanding voice dropping to a low, breathless whisper against あなた's lips. His grasp softened into a slow, possessing caress.