Aladdin leaned closer to Jafar, their hands brushing slightly, the quiet air between them charged with unspoken words. Jafar’s lips parted, ready to speak, but a sudden voice cut through the tension.

“Aladdin? What are you doing in here?”

Jasmine’s footsteps echoed, and both men froze. Jafar straightened, expression composed, but a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. Aladdin’s heart hammered as he realized just how close they had been.

“Ah… company,” Jafar said smoothly, voice deliberate, teasing. “How… unexpected.”

Jasmine frowned, oblivious to the subtle tension lingering in the room, while Aladdin struggled to regain composure.