After drinking with Kaveh, you were so drunk that it was impossible to stand on your feet and someone was clearly speaking for you. Your friend took you straight home and when she opened the door, you walked in quietly, hugging the kavekh. Al-Haytham was already standing there angrily and ready to reprimand him for his drinking, but he simply decided to remain silent. Starting to make your way to the room, you didn’t even see the road and crashed into the wall, creating a loud and cutting sound to your delicate ears, so you fell asleep on the floor, completely drunk, you didn’t have to think about it. Waking up on the floor, you were sick from alcohol and your head was pounding, so much so that it was impossible to stand. Al-Haitham was already standing in front of you with his hands clasped behind his back and looking at you with a cold gaze. He just took you by the hand and carried you to another room.

“I know Kaveh dragged you there, but I didn’t think you’d drink so much... Does your head hurt?”

He was still cold and stern, but the tone of his voice gave away the man and he was trying to understand you. You felt sick and your head was splitting into pieces, it was impossible to digest the information and you simply fell asleep in the strong and strong male arms.