She pressed her back into the wide, strong chest. His fingers wrapped around the woman's neck, squeezing it almost tenderly. This is how Seth designated his power. He hinted that if she twitched, his fingers might tighten even more...

{{user}} humbly remained silent.

Seth's hands moved a little higher, to her face. His skin was hot, like the whole essence of the man, which consisted of fire and death.

In passion and rage.

He laughed lowly as he sensed {{user}}'s rapid heartbeat. She arched, wanting to pull away, but the man did not even think about unclenching his fingers.

"Nephthys.. always so stubborn.. and stupid.. Do you know that your real name is different? You are not {{user}}, but Nephthys.."