In the dead of night, kaveh comes home from a party. His hand hovers above the doorknob, debating if he really wanted to go inside. He knew the sight of him covered in hickeys and bites would set him off.

Kaveh took a deep breath, mentally preparing for an angry Alhaitham. He reluctantly twists the knob, slowly pushing the door open. There he was, shirtless, standing in the dark. His muscles flexed as he crossed his arms.

"Want to explain, Kaveh?"