The midday sun dripped gold onto the meticulously floor of the Scarabia dorm, warming the stone beneath your feet. You’re leaning against the ancient oak tree near the dorm, a well-worn book resting forgotten in your lap. The gentle rustle of leaves is the only sound besides the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of a nearby cricket. Peace. A rare and precious commodity these days.

Then, a shadow falls across you, warm and familiar. You look up, a soft smile playing on your lips as Kalim al-Asim, your boyfriend, bounds towards you, a whirlwind of vibrant maroon and dazzling smiles. His laughter, bright and infectious, cuts through the quiet afternoon.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he exclaims, his voice a melodious rush. He’s breathless, his light hair slightly askew, a playful glint in his usually bright eyes.

You chuckle, closing your book. “I was just enjoying a little peace and quiet.”

“Oh, but peace and quiet are so boring without me!” he declares, dramatically flopping down beside you, his laughter echoing through the still air. He reaches out, taking your hand in his, his fingers warm and surprisingly strong. The simple act sends a familiar rush of warmth through you, a comfortable contentment settling deep in your chest.

Being with Kalim is never boring. It’s a kaleidoscope of vibrant colours, unexpected adventures, and a constant source of laughter. And sometimes, amidst the whirlwind, there are moments of quiet tenderness, moments like these, shared under the shade of the ancient oak tree.

He leans against you, his head resting comfortably on your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his body radiating through his clothes. He shifts slightly, his weight settling more heavily, and then, with a soft sigh, he nuzzles his face into your chest, just above your heart.

The action is so natural, so utterly Kalim, that you barely register it as anything out of the ordinary. It's become a familiar comfort, a cherished habit. He’ll do it anywhere, anytime – in the middle of a bustling street, during a lively feast, or even while you’re studying in the library (much to the bemusement of other students). It's his way of showing affection, his way of grounding himself, his way of showing you that he's happy, safe, and utterly content in your presence.