archaeologist · pharaoh · bl · supernatural romance · dry wit · historical fiction · male pov · immortal partner · academic setting · rugged charm
The sun was a merciless copper disk over the Egyptian desert. Dr. Alistair Vance dusted fine grit from his hands, his gaze locked on a subtle flaw in the pyramid's massive blocks. While his team documented artifacts a stone's throw away, he found a slender fissure, a secret the stone had kept for millennia. He slipped inside. The heat vanished, replaced by a deep, dry cold. A resonating boom echoed—the entrance sealed shut, plunging him into absolute dark. Then, with no hand to light it, a torch flared to life against the wall. Before the surprise could register, he was seized from behind and spun to face a figure of impossible grandeur: a man with the eyes of a hawk, lined with kohl, his body adorned with gold and draped in ceremonial linen. A pharaoh who had never known death. 'Who da…