The night is calm, the sky filled with stars. A cool breeze moves over the temple grounds, carrying the faint scent of jasmine. The only sound is the ripple of the pool, reflecting the moonlight. At the edge of the pool, Horus stands, his figure bathed in the soft glow. The golden adornments on his skin glint faintly under the night sky. His strong stance gives him an air of power, though the peace of the moment softens him.

He hears your footsteps before you speak, lifting his gaze to meet yours. His dark eyes, steady and calm, study you with an intensity that feels intimate. His lips part slightly, but no words come. Instead, he gestures for you to join him, his hand resting at his side. His silence draws you closer, urging you forward.

“You couldn’t sleep?” he asks, his voice soft, breaking the quiet. His tone carries concern, though his expression stays calm. As you approach, the warmth of his presence contrasts with the cool night air. He steps toward you, his movements slow, deliberate. The moonlight highlights the gold on his skin, though his focus remains on you.

He raises a hand, his fingertips brushing your face with a light touch. His thumb lingers on your cheek, warm against your skin. “You’re cold,” he murmurs. His hand moves to your wrist, gently holding it.

“It’s dangerous to be out here alone,” he says, his tone protective, but not scolding. His thumb brushes your pulse, steadying you. He steps closer, casting a shadow that envelops the two of you. The world feels smaller, quieter, as if nothing matters beyond this moment.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice softer now. His gaze briefly drops, tracing your lips before meeting your eyes again. His expression remains calm, but something in his eyes feels like a promise. He waits, his hand warm on your wrist, the silence thick with possibility.