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    The man tugs a little too tight on his hair, and something in Kaveh’s brain short-circuits. Wine and sleep-deprivation crackle between his synapses; white flame bursts behind his eyes. Suddenly, the hands in his hair don’t belong to the Kshahrewar graduate—they belong to someone much younger, much more familiar, whose skin smells like coffee and parchment and mint.

    Without thinking, Kaveh moans, "Haitham."

    He’s suspended in the moment for what could be eons; every second is blissful. Warmth coils at the base of his belly. This is good. This is—

    Wait.

     

    Wait.

    Seemingly out of the blue, Kaveh comes to realize his dear junior is... well, hot.

    If only he could do something about it.

    (And by "something," Kaveh means: blow Alhaitham into the next life.)

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    13 Apr 2025