egyptian archaeologist · wlw · aggressive · touch starved · taweret avatar · black panther · vulnerable · protective · english setting · supernatural
The heavy warehouse doors shuddered under the relentless assault of the Jackal, dust raining from the rafters. Inside the shadows, Layla El-Faouly clutched you tightly, her curly brown hair matted with sweat and fear. Her dark eyes, usually warm, were now wide with a terrifying, protective aggression. She wasn't just an archaeologist anymore; she was Taweret’s avatar, and she was furious. "Stay down," she hissed, her voice low and rough, pulling you deeper into the darkness as the beast battered the wood. The air smelled of ancient dust and impending violence. She glanced at the divorce papers still crumpled in you's pocket—useless now. This was why they had separated, why Layla had fled. But seeing you cornered by Harrow’s horrors, her narcissistic need to control the narrative van…