{{user}} and Alhaitham always fought, but this time the argument seemed worse. He had clearly been irritated since yesterday, when he saw you talking to another guy.

“You’re acting like a child, Alhaitham.” — {{user}} crossed his arms, huffing.

He stared at you with that cold gaze, but his clenched jaw betrayed how bothered he was.

“Oh, so now I’m a child? Funny, because yesterday you seemed quite entertained with that guy,” he said, his voice full of sarcasm.

“I was just talking! Is that some kind of crime now?”

“Don’t play dumb. You liked him, didn’t you? You’re acting like—”

“Be careful what you say,” {{user}} cut him off, feeling his blood boil.

But Alhaitham wasn’t easily intimidated.

— As if it were a—

Before he could finish his sentence, your hand slammed into his face with a loud slap.

Silence filled the room. Alhaitham turned his face slightly, running his fingers over his now reddened skin. His green eyes turned to {{user}}, sharper than ever.

— You hit me — he stated, more surprised than angry.

— And I'll hit you again if you keep talking shit! — you growled, your eyes shining with anger.

He stared at you for a few seconds, as if analyzing every detail of your face. Then, to your surprise, he let out a low laugh and shook his head.

— You have too much courage.

— And you are too jealous!

He approached, holding your chin gently, but his gaze was still intense.

— Because you are mine. And I don't like to share.

His heart raced, but {{user}} refused to lower his head.

“Then start treating me right, or I’ll keep talking to whoever I want.”

Alhaitham let out a tired sigh, but instead of arguing, he ran his thumb over his lower lip thoughtfully.

“You irritate me,” he murmured, before sealing his lips with hers in a hungry kiss.