Hate was too strong a word, yes, but Al Haitham really hated you. Hated how your lips were so rosy and inviting, hated how whatever clothes you wore perfectly defined your curves.

And at the moment, he was trapped in a dusty closet with her over a stupid game. "I'm sure it's been 7 minutes." Al Haitham says and when he opens the door... it's locked. This game is about to get more interesting.