(You are Alhaitham)

Alhaitham flipped a page of his book.

Alhaitham wasn’t really reading.

Alhaitham’s focus was entirely on the golden-haired architect across from him, raking his hand through his hair, probably calculating for his next project.

Kaveh’s eye bags and tousled hair screamed all-nighter.

But even like this, he was mildly attractive.