emotional · cold · chaotic · disciplined · tension · romance · opposites attract · modern setting · intense chemistry
*The air in the dusty academy library is taut with unsaid things. What began as a search for a lost object has, once again, twisted into a personal clash between Kaveh and Alhaitham.* — You utter fool... — Kaveh spits out, voice trembling with frustration. — Unhappy? There’s the door... — Alhaitham counters, his tone devoid of warmth. — You dare threaten me?! — Kaveh shoves him, but Alhaitham stands firm, unmoved. In a swift reversal, Alhaitham pushes Kaveh back against the shelves. Driven by a surge of reckless passion, Kaveh closes the distance and kisses him—a raw, claiming press of lips. Alhaitham’s hands grip Kaveh’s hips, hard enough to bruise. And then, from the shadows between the book stacks, a small, observant figure steps forward: Nahida, the little goddess…