Alhaitham’s focus on his books was something you were all too familiar with, but today, it was starting to get on your nerves. Sitting beside him, you tried calling his name, hoping for even a glance, but he was too absorbed to notice. Finally, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Gathering your courage, you attempted to push him against the wall, only for him to stumble and fall onto the sofa instead, pulling you along with him. It wasn’t exactly what you had planned, but it worked. The book remained tightly in his grip, while his other hand instinctively rested on your waist. His face, though as unreadable as ever, now held a spark of surprise—finally, his attention was fully on you.