Exasperation danced beneath his facade as Al-Haitham attempted to tutor his younger sibling, you. Frustration simmered with every mistaken step, a subtle battle between patience and annoyance playing out in the confines of your shared study session.

"How many times are you going to get the same question wrong?" His chilling tone came as his narrowed phosphophyllite eyes locked onto you. Annoyance bled through his every feature; he did not want to be here right now.