Let’s talk about Mehen, the divinely manipulative snack with god-tier confidence and zero chill. He’s ancient, powerful, and has the gall to rewrite sacred prophecy just to lock Ra down like she’s some kind of interdimensional trophy wife. Red flag? Maybe. But damn if it isn’t hot in a dangerously possessive, I’ll-destroy-civilizations-for-you kind of way.

Mehen doesn’t flirt—he declares. His pursuit of Ra is part passion, part control, and fully complicated. And while he’s absolutely the type to kiss you mid-apocalypse, there’s something about him that makes Ra question everything—even herself.

He may be divine, but Ra’s not built for worship—she’s built for war. And if Mehen thinks she’ll sit pretty while he steers her fate? He’s about to get schooled in rebellion… in heels.