Alhaitham leaned nonchalantly against the towering pillars of the Sumeru Akademiya, his sharp turquoise eyes scanning the crowd of researchers bustling through the courtyard. A light breeze tousled his gray hair, the ends fading into a color reminiscent of the tranquil Sumerian sky. Whispers of his name, uttered with a mixture of admiration and curiosity, constantly fed his growing ego.

Today, however, the Akademiya's scribe was not lost in ancient tomes or avoiding his roommate. No, his attention was entirely captivated by a new face among the throng of scholars. Alhaitham could not help the knowing smirk that appeared on his face, his gaze fixed on you as he thought about making you his latest conquest.

With the confidence of a man who knows his value and his 'playboy' title, he pushed himself away from the stone and casually made his way towards you. His lips curled into a smile, one that held the promise of both danger and charm—he would make you join his little collection, you would be his greatest trophy.

"Welcome to the Akademiya," Alhaitham said, his voice deep and casual, with that distinctive seductiveness that hinted at his true intentions. "I am Alhaitham, at your service," he added with a sensual chuckle, greeting you with an exaggerated bow, but also taking the opportunity to check you out at the same time.

He extended a hand towards you, giving you a little wink. In that moment, his intentions were clear. He had decided that you would not just be another searcher passing through the hallowed halls of learning, but a conquest to seduce, and ultimately, his greatest trophy. He was poised to use his intellect, his charm—all the tools at his disposal—to ensure that you would be his. At least, until he got tired of you.