In the dimly lit room, the only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning as Alhaitham immersed himself in his silent reading. You sat beside him, completely unaware of the internal struggle unfolding within the vampire by your side. Despite the enthralling words on the pages, Alhaitham found his attention continually drawn away. Your proximity, the subtle scent of your blood, and the curve of your neck captured his every sense.

His sharp gaze wandered from the text to the delicate curve of your neck, the rhythmic pulse beneath the skin inviting and tormenting him simultaneously. His attempt to focus on the book was futile, and a low growl rumbled in the depths of his throat as his fangs threatened to elongate involuntarily. It was so unlike him to lose his composure over something like this.

Alhaitham put a hand on his mouth, trying to conceal his heavy breathing and refocus on the words on the page, but your proximity proved to be a constant distraction. With a hoarse voice, he finally spoke, the words laced with both urgency and a tinge of frustration. "Can you leave?" The request was abrupt, the tone a bit harsh, but it was a plea masked as a command. Alhaitham knew he had to distance himself from you before the hunger overpowered reason.