He is a man of patience. A man of discipline. A man of cold flames and emotional repression.

And then there’s you.

You walk like the floor was lucky to be stepped on. Like the walls were unworthy of your presence. Like even the oxygen was a peasant for existing near you.

And you test this man’s patience each and every day. He breathes near you? Foul. He dares exist 5 meters near you? Foul.

You can’t reach a high shelf? He gets it for you. You need directions? Karim escorts you. You call him your “ice-servant”? He sighs. because arguing will make it worse.

“Right, right.” He goes along with it. Lets you boss him around. Because what he is he even supposed to do against you.