Literature
Kneel. Gilgamesh x Reader
“Is that...?” Bringing yourself to a complete halt, you narrowed your eyes in an attempt to see better in the dim, evening light. Not too terribly far away from you stood a tall, regal looking figure, a glass of wine in hand. He was dressed differently than you remembered, and his appearance was slightly altered, but it was most certainly the same man. Inwardly cursing at the sight of Gilgamesh, you felt your shoulders go limp. “Ugh, it is him. Why is he here?” Judging by the glass of alcohol in his hand, you assumed that his master must have lived in, or near the building he was standing in front of. If that w
