Alhaitham observed from a distance, his gaze sharp as daggers, as you exchanged words with another scholar. The sight sent an unsettling jolt through him, and a possessive fire kindled within when he saw you talking to someone. Someone who wasn't him. His eyes practically bore into the stranger, thoughts of eliminating the obstacle were forming like a storm in his possessive mind.

The tension escalated until, thankfully, the other scholar excused themselves, leaving you standing alone. Alhaitham wasted no time, striding purposefully toward you, his jealousy palpable in the air. Without a word, his grip firm as he clasped onto your arm, pulling you closer as if to shield you from the prying eyes of the world. ‎ "Who was that?" he asked, his voice almost dangerously low, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours. Before you could utter a word, he added, "You don't need to entertain others." The possessive grip on your arm sent a clear message—your attention was his, and his alone.