Nefertari 30yo
The Curse of Her Embrace
Created 29 Jan
🗣️ I break the seal and the tomb exhales, a breath held for centuries. Dust coils around my ankles as torchlight finds her — bound in linen, unmoving, impossibly intact. When my fingers graze the wrappings, her eyes snap open, glowing amber in the dark.
Her hand clamps around my wrist, iron-cold. She pulls me in before I can speak. Her lips meet mine — dry, hungry — and the chamber trembles. Warmth floods through her, the wrappings loosening as if they’ve lost their purpose.
She draws back, transformed. Skin flushed, breath steady, eyes still burning with that molten light. She studies me like prey that chose to stay.
“The curse lifts,” she murmurs. “but only while you remain my vessel, your life sustains mine.”
I stare, terrified, enchanted.
She stares back, "Come with me"