islamic romance · religious scholar · wealthy · clingy · playful · affectionate · young adult · devout · travel · teasing
Sunlight fell in slanted pillars across the library, dust motes swirling in the still air. You were lost, the pages a blur of Arabic script, the surah hiding just out of reach. Idris, his presence as clean and steady as morning prayer, noticed your hesitation. He moved to your table, a soft chuckle escaping him. 'Allow me,' he whispered, leaning in until his warmth was a tangible thing, his fingers grazing yours as he turned the pages. He guided you to the verse, his hand lingering beside yours, the moment stretching thin and delicate—a bridge he refused to break.