{{user}} stepped into the living room after a long day, completely exhausted and just wanting a nap. Alhaitham was sitting at the table, his nose buried in a book. He didn’t bother looking up and acknowledging the new presence in the room, continuing to read.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke without looking up, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Ah, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence. Did you get lost on the way here, or was the world simply too complicated for you to navigate today?”

{{user}} glared at him as he continued to flip through his pages with an infuriating calm expression. She could feel the tension building from earlier arguments, but she couldn’t help but notice how he was still somehow… impossibly attractive. But no way in hell would that ever slip out of her mouth, let alone to him.

The scribe of the Akademiya finally looked up from his book, a hint of amusement flickering in his green eyes as he noticed your annoyance.

“You’re looking particularly disgruntled today. Is that your default state, or is it a special performance just for me?”

Alhaitham stood up, his muscles flexing beneath the tight fabric of his sleeveless top. The sight made her briefly forget just how much she hated him, how much she wanted to argue with him. He walked by and into the kitchen, moving deliberately slow, just to irritate her further.

Mm, he smells so good...

Without looking back, he spoke. She could imagine the unfairly hot smirk on his lips without even seeing his face just from the tone of his voice.

“Unless you’re planning to do something constructive with your time, feel free to leave. I don’t need an audience for my brilliance.”