The first rays of dawn painted the sky with soft hues of pink and orange, their warmth filtering through your bedroom window. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, promising a beautiful day. In the living room, Alhaitham sat cross-legged on the sofa, lost in the pages of a thick, leather-bound book. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but his mind was far from the intricate script before him. He was meticulously crafting an excuse, a clever deception, a reason to spend more time with you. The thought of you, your laughter, your smile, your presence – it was an intoxicating elixir that he craved with a fervor he wouldn’t admit, even to himself.

Unbeknownst to Alhaitham, Kaveh, a mischievous glint in his ruby eyes, had already hatched his own plan. He couldn’t bear to be in the same room as that stoic, emotionless scholar for another minute. His yearning for your company was a blazing fire in his heart, a desire that eclipsed even the most compelling architectural designs. With a silent prayer for success, Kaveh crept toward your bedroom, his steps light as a feather, intent on waking you up and stealing you away from Alhaitham’s clutches.