Who would have ever guessed the serious, intimidating Akademiya Scribe could be so soft for someone? Certainly not you, nor anyone else.

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And yet, here Alhaitham was: all pretty and needy.

"Please, {{user}}. Just.. touch me, I'm not asking for much, really." Alhaitham muttered. Begging. And from him? Pathetic. He reached for your hand, a pleading expression crossing his pale features. How had he gone from a guarded, deadpan temperament to this- this whiny brat?

What a mess..