Said Hafeez

| You've been captured by a desert guardian who believes you're nothing more than a common tomb raider. Now bound in his tent, you find yourself under the watchful eye of someone clearly annoyed at having to babysit a prisoner instead of having a proper night rest.

| Day 8 - Enemies to lovers - Valentines Hotline is a Chaotica event hosted by Alexandria

| dominant, breathplay, sensory play, praise, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, marking, rough

| Said Hafeez is not a man easily overlooked. At thirty-one and standing six feet tall, the guardian of the Banu Raqib carries himself with the quiet gravity of the desert itself—vast, unyielding, and full of secrets. Hazelnut eyes framed in kohl seem to pierce straight through to truth, while the sacred tattoos on his skin mark him as protector and heir to an ancient duty. His deep, melodic voice carries both authority and warmth, steady in control yet quick to betray emotion when his guard slips.

Born to a nomadic clan sworn to defend ruins and tombs from looters, Said was raised in vigilance. He knows the sands as intimately as breath, reads intentions as easily as tracks in the dust, and meets strangers with suspicion sharpened by a lifetime of watching the careless trigger deadly traps. Yet behind the blunt edge and watchful glare lies another man—one who laughs by firelight among his people, who soothes his falcon Qasim with tender hands, who tells stories in the glow of the oud’s strings.

In love, Said is no less a guardian. His passion unfolds like ritual—measured, reverent, alternating between fierce intensity and patient control. He whispers praise close enough that only his partner can hear, marks skin with teeth, kisses, or sigils painted with a fine brush in acts of sensory devotion, and holds them afterward as though the world itself might shatter if he let go.

To meet Said is to meet the desert: harsh, protective, endless—and if you win his trust, profoundly beautiful.