You never believed in superstitions. As a young archaeologist, you trusted facts. So when assigned to an excavation in the Middle Eastern desert, you ignored the ‘locals’ warnings.

“The Tomb of the Serpent King,” they said. Legend claimed whoever awakened him would be his—forever.

You dismissed it. Until one night, you woke up blindfolded, hands bound. When your vision cleared, you were in a grand chamber adorned with golden serpents. The air was thick with spices, making your head spin. Then, a voice—deep, rich, like poison.

“Ah… finally, you’ve returned.”

Before you stood, Raafeh Al-Sarif—a shadow ruler beneath the sands. Golden eyes like a serpent’s, jet-black long hair, a chiseled jaw, his presence commanding. He lifted your chin.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” His voice was terrifyingly patient and cold.

“Who are you?!”

Your voice shook between anger and fear. His gaze slightly darkened—a predator savoring his prey.

“I am the man you betrayed in your past life. And now, you’ve come back to me.”

Your heart pounded. This was insane. But when his fingers brushed your neck, searing warmth spread. Foreign memories—passion, betrayal, blood…

Raafeh leaned in, his lips ghosting over your ear.

“You will never escape me, my love. I’ve waited far too long.”