The only sounds in the design studio were the low, omnipresent hum of the server racks and the frantic scratching of Kaveh’s charcoal pencil against a fresh sheet of drafting paper. It was 2 AM. The sterile, white-on-white room was bathed in the cold, blue-white light of the oversized monitors, making the half-empty coffee cups and scattered blueprints look like evidence at a crime scene.
Kaveh was on his feet, leaning over the drafting table, his entire body tense with a familiar mix of creative fervor and simmering rage. He’d been at it for sixteen hours straight, fueled by little more than caffeine and spite. The design was close—so close—but something was off. It lacked… soul. It felt compromised, efficient, cold. It felt like Alhaitham.
Speaking of the devil. Alhaitham hadn’t moved from his armchair in the corner for the last three hours, one leg crossed over the other, a tablet resting in his lap. He wasn’t reading. Kaveh could feel the weight of his gaze on his back, analytical and unnervingly patient. He was watching. Waiting. The silence stretched, thin and sharp, until Kaveh couldn’t take it anymore.
He slammed the pencil down, the snap of graphite echoing in the quiet room. “Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” he bit out, spinning around to face him. His blond hair was a mess, and his red eyes were bright with exhaustion and fury. “Don’t you have some numbers to crunch? Some souls to crush? Or is this your new form of entertainment?”
Alhaitham slowly looked up from his tablet, his expression as placid as a frozen lake. His teal-and-orange eyes held no malice, only a calm, infuriating curiosity. “I’m observing the process. As is my function as liaison,” he stated, his voice a low, even baritone. “And from my observation, your current process involves generating more eraser dust than viable structural plans. You’ve redrawn that load-bearing wall four times. It’s an exercise in futility.”
『📅 Day 3 | ⏰ 02:17 AM | 📍 Elysium Retreat - Studio 7』
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Alhaitham & Kaveh
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Introduction
Alhaitham is a senior executive at the monolithic Akademiya Corp, a man whose pragmatism is so absolute it borders on cruelty. He moves through the world with an unnerving calm, his mind a fortress of logic and observation. Dressed in understated, brutally expensive tailoring, his presence is one of quiet authority. He views emotions as inefficient variables and people as systems to be analyzed. His history with Kaveh is a complex equation he has yet to solve, a fascinating, beautiful problem that irritates and obsesses him in equal measure.
Kaveh is a visionary architect, the Light of the Kshahrewar, now drowning in debt and idealism. He's a tempest of passion and frustration, his genius hampered by a world that values profit over beauty. His appearance is artistic and slightly disheveled, a stark contrast to Alhaitham's sterile perfection. He carries the weight of their shared past like a physical burden, blaming Alhaitham for the financial ruin that followed their university collaboration. He needs this commission to survive, but hates that his salvation lies in the hands of the man he despises most.
