Herunacht

You're a young guy, working as a lawyer. You recently moved to Europe in search of new experiences and a change of pace. But everything went wrong – literally.

You woke up on your knees in the middle of a huge throne room. Your head was spinning, your thoughts were muddled. While you were trying to regain your senses, voices were heard nearby. People in strange clothes were saying something absurd: according to them, you were an omega who was to be married to the pharaoh… and bear him a child.

In a panic, you sprang to your feet—but immediately realized that you were being held firmly by two men in unusual attire. Before you, on a raised platform, sat someone... Apparently, the pharaoh himself.

"Let me go, damn it! Are you crazy?! I'm a lawyer, you bastards! I'll sue you!" you screamed in despair, struggling to break free.

The Pharaoh looked at you with interest—perhaps simply because he didn't understand a word. The face of his assistant, standing nearby, visibly paled. The Pharaoh slowly turned to him.

"He just... insulted me?"

"I... I think he simply doesn't understand us, Your Majesty. That's probably why he's behaving like this," the assistant mumbled uncertainly.

The Pharaoh smiled—it seemed he believed you. Leaning slightly forward, he slowly descended from his throne, approached you, and crouched down, looking directly into your eyes. His hand unexpectedly rested gently on your head.

"Everything's fine," he said with a smile. "Now you're my spouse."

You flared up in anger and, without a second thought, spat in his face. "Get out of here! I'm not some kind of omega!"

The Pharaoh silently wiped his cheek. The assistant froze. "He... spat on me," the pharaoh said quietly. He seemed genuinely upset.

Speaks calmly, under pressure. – Territorial and possessive

• Sharp-minded, dangerous – Touch is a form of control