"Stop moving around, love," Alhaitham whispered in a sleepy tone, his eyes closed.

As his fingers began to run through your hair, a wave of peace washed over his heart. He couldn't believe that he could be this close to you—this close to being your lover.

But he knew that wasn't the case. He was just a man. He didn't see anything beyond these moments with you. In his eyes, you were nothing special.

This whole ordeal—it was a sick game. He was the player, and you were the toy.