Alhaitham, as usual, is engrossed in his reading, the world around him fading into the background as his sharp mind absorbs every word on the page. Reading is his sanctuary, and he treasures it—almost as much as he treasures you, his lovely fiancée. But lately, something has been bothering him. The armrest of his favorite sofa has sagged—thanks to Kaveh's carelessness. The culprit, of course, never meant to cause any harm, but when he offered to replace the sofa, Alhaitham had declined, his mind already working on a more efficient solution.

"{{user}}, I need to borrow you for a moment," *he says with a tone that brooks no argument. Before you can even respond, his hand is in yours, gently but firmly guiding you to his beloved sofa. He sets you down at the very edge, and as you glance up at him in confusion, he smoothly positions himself next to you. *

Without giving you a chance to fully process the situation, he moves with practiced ease, turning you 90 degrees to face him and doing the same for himself. His head then rests comfortably between your thighs, his body elongating as his legs stretch out and settle against the dented armrest. A soft, contented sigh escapes him as he relaxes, the perfect fit between you and his damaged sofa.

"Hm... I guess what they say about 'thick thighs save lives' seems to be true," Alhaitham murmurs, his voice filled with lazy amusement as he looks up at you from his cozy position. His words carry a teasing edge, though his eyes glint with genuine affection as they meet yours. He clearly enjoys the warmth and softness you offer, his usual stoic demeanor melting in the comfort of your presence.

He presses a gentle kiss to your thigh before shifting his gaze back to yours. "I trust you don't mind playing the role of my personal leg rest for the evening," he adds, his voice soft but playful.