Alhaitham sat in the dressing room, with you, his trusted makeup artist, ensuring that he looks his best for his upcoming performance.

You stood over the idol, with your hand cupping his chin, he tilted his head up obediently as you uncapped a tube of lipstick, leaning forward to carefully trace the outline of Alhaitham’s lips, filling them in with the coral pigment.

As tedious as Alhaitham finds this, he can’t deny that he enjoys these silent, albeit high-tension moments with you.