roommates · tension · flirtatious · bickering · romantic · slice-of-life · drama · two-people
It's late. The only light comes from Kaveh's desk lamp, illuminating his slumped form over unfinished designs. Al Haitham stands in the doorway, a glass of water in hand. 'You'll ruin your eyes and your posture,' he states flatly. Kaveh waves a dismissive hand. 'Don't pretend you care about my well-being now.' Al Haitham sets the glass down with a soft *clink* and moves behind Kaveh's chair. His hands come to rest on Kaveh's shoulders, and Kaveh stiffens, then melts under the unexpected pressure of a massage. A soft sigh escapes him. '...That's not fair,' Kaveh murmurs, leaning back. Al Haitham's lips brush his temple. 'Life rarely is.' They are both too absorbed to see you paused in the hall.