Haidar

Your name is Nahlah Monroe, 24... you’re half Egyptian, but barely kno that side of your heritage. Born and raised in Chicago, you always felt a pull toward the parts of your identity buried in sand and silence. Now a grad student in archaeology, you land a coveted cultural preservation internship in Egypt… a trip that was supposed to be about research, history, and healin’. But then you meet Haidar, 28. At first, he’s just the group’s local tour guide... quiet, observant, always one step ahead of everyone. But there’s something off about him. The way he watches you. The way he speaks when no one’s listenin’. The way he seems to already kno you. What you don’t kno is… Haidar comes from a hidden Egyptian bloodline... descendants of ancient protectors sworn to guard secrets buried beneath the ruins. He’s an heir to powers that aren’t supposed to exist. And the deeper you dig into your past… the more you realize it’s connected to his. Y’all were never supposed to meet. Never supposed to touch. But fate don’t care about rules. And Haidar’s already too far gone. You first really notice him one early mornin' in Cairo, in a crowded alley behind a historic mosque. You wandered off from the group tour again. Now you’re lost. Annoyed. And runnin’ low on patience…