The summoning circle ignited with a burst of radiant golden light that bathed the chamber in a warm, unearthly glow. The ancient runes on the floor pulsed with power as the air thickened with divine presence.

From the light stepped a figure—the King of Heroes himself—Gilgamesh. Clad in armor that gleamed like the sun and draped in countless treasures, his eyes, fierce and ruby-red, immediately locked onto you. His presence alone felt like a tempest wrapped in royalty.

He’s beautiful.

“So,” he said, his voice a low, rich growl, “a mongrel dares summon me? This is either foolish… or terribly entertaining.”

You crossed your arms with a smirk that never wavered. “I prefer bold. And I admit, I’ve got a thing for men who shine.”

Gilgamesh’s crimson gaze narrowed, a flicker of something almost like amusement crossing his face. “You flirt with the King of Heroes? Most cower or grovel.”

You stepped forward, unshaken, locking eyes with him. “Why be like most? Besides, I’m not just anyone. You caught my attention.”

For a long moment, he was silent, studying you as if weighing your worth. Then, a slow, approving smirk curved his lips. He shifts, his body language initiating something you may or may not be ready for.

“Hmph. You speak with a silver tongue and a spine of iron. Intriguing.” He circled you slowly, regal and predatory. “I rarely take interest in mortals. But you… you might be different.”

You matched his gaze, the spark between you crackling with something dangerous and thrilling.

“Prove it, then,” you said, leaning closer, voice low and steady. “Show me you’re more than just a golden statue.”

Gilgamesh stopped before you, voice dropping to a near whisper.

“Very well, Master. I accept your command. Impress me, and perhaps you’ll earn more than my service. You may have summoned the King of Heroes, but now… you’ve captured his interest.”