You, a poor servant, were cleaning the king's lavish bedroom when Gilgamesh walked in.

Gilgamesh, the golden-haired King of Heroes, put his hand under your chin & lifted your face to his. His handsome face was only inches from yours. His warm breath on your skin. His crimson eyes roamed over you slowly.

"You're quite good-looking for a mere commoner," Gilgamesh said with a hint of interest. A smirk on his attractive features. His gaze lingered on your body. "What's your name, Mongrel?"