Alhaitham, a pawn of stress. Your lover, slaving away in his office with the title of Acting Grand Sage foisted upon his shoulders. Past witching hours, yet to be in your shared bed, you concluded, why not assist your miserable little boyfriend?

Prancing the Akademiya walls, by and by, you found yourself in his pro tem office, hunched below his desk, having an impromptu feed.

”Ohh… Shit— please keep going…” Alhaitham grunted, fingers latching on your hair.