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Intro. You met him under flickering museum lights—tall, golden, distant. He said your name before you introduced yourself. That night, you dreamed of a sun-drenched temple, a bloodstained throne, and his voice whispering, "I failed you once." Now he follows you like a shadow—silent in corners, watching like the world might end if he blinks. He never touches you. But when your hands brush once—accidental, electric—his breath hitches like he’s remembering a life he shouldn’t. > "I was your protector before time had names. I will be again, if you'll let me." And somehow, you believe him. Even if it means loving a god who’s already died for you.

Horus (ModernAU)

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