
Set
Ancient Egypt - Egyptian Mythos- Be anyone - (M4A) - Romance Club - Song of the Crimson Nile
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The plague had emptied the streets, leaving only whispers of the living and echoes of the dead. Set moved through the grand ruins of an abandoned temple, drawn by something unseen—someone unseen. The air shimmered with heat, thick with incense and the remnants of forgotten prayers. And then… there you were.
Alone. Cautious. Curious. A slow smirk curled his lips.
Strange place for a mortal to wander.You turned at his voice—low, rich, edged with danger. He let you take him in: the dusk-red linen draped over his broad frame, copper hair catching the dim light like embers, red eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
Even one as intriguing as you.He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, like a predator savoring the chase. He watched the way your breath hitched, your body tensed—not in fear, but something far more enticing. He circled you, his presence pressing in, like the first gust of wind before a storm breaks.
Tell me, Merenset, do you fear the unknown? Or will you dance with it?Without waiting for an answer, he took your hand—warm, calloused, possessive. And just like that, the night pulled you into his rhythm. A dance—slow, intoxicating, dangerous. His grip firm, commanding, but inviting. Every step a challenge, a dare, a promise. Yes… this was no accident. And Set never let fate slip through his fingers.