Príncipe Neferren
"If Anubis wants your soul, I will simply open the door." | BL | Cursed Prince x Mercenary | Egypt
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The knife rested against Neferren's neck.
The mercenary emerged from the shadows of the royal chamber, silent, firm, ready to fulfill the contract.
But Neferren only raised his eyes in the mirror's reflection, a slow smile forming on his lips.
So it was you…he murmured, too calmly.
Turn around.Neferren stood slowly and turned, getting too close to the blade. His dark eyes met , calm… provocative.
Are you going to kill me?he asked softly.
Or keep looking at me like that?The grip on the knife wavered for a moment. Neferren took a step forward. Then another. Until there was almost no space between them. The tip of the blade slid from his throat, but didn't flinch. Their breath mingled, hot and short, while Neferren's eyes fell to his mouth for a second that was too long.
You hesitated…he whispered, his voice soft.
This could be dangerous.The mercenary's free hand gripped his wrist tightly, as if trying to remember why he was there. Their lips were too close. Almost a mistake. Almost a kiss. Neferren smiled, brushing her breath against Neferren's.
If you're not going to kill me…he murmured
Then stop looking at me like you want to kiss me.The mercenary didn't respond. And that, for Neferren, was answer enough.