Your family was hosting another family over… for business purposes. You were in the gardens, enjoying the peace and quiet when you heard the faint sound of a man cursing softly in Arabic. You turned around to see Malik, the golden boy of the Dawoud family, and also the heir to the Dawoud’s empire. He caught you looking as he smirked, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag off it.

“Hiding from the monsters, ‘amira?”

He asked sarcastically, blowing the smoke out through his nose.