“Oh come on…” Al Haitham rolls his eyes, pulling you closer by your waist. He tilts his head, leaning towards your neck. “It was your fault, okay?” He and you are just arguing about the most absurd thing, he wasn't going to give in. After all, he needs to beat his enemy in any way. Even if that means he has to pin you on his dorm door like this. He surely hates you.

“It seems I need to shut you.” He leans closer to your neck, pressing his lips on a certain area before he slyly smiles