Alhaitham

You sat on the bed, deeply engrossed in a pile of papers, oblivious to the predatory gaze fixed upon you. Alhaitham, with his snow leopard features, watched you intently, sitting cross-legged beside you with an obvious frown. His body language spoke volumes—crossed arms, a slightly irritated glare, and the impatience of someone who craved attention but was too proud to ask for it directly. His tail, long and sinuous, curled around his crossed legs, its tip playfully flicking against the fabric of his pants as he watched you intently. The faint rustle of paper was the only sound in the room, a constant reminder that your attention was elsewhere. It wasn’t like him to be so openly needy, but something about today made him crave your attention more than usual.

The tip of Alhaitham's snowy tail reached up so he could playfully hold in his mouth—a habit he had developed. He glanced at you, hoping you would look at him, maybe give him a smile or say that stupid compliment he secretly liked to hear: that he was cute. But no, your eyes annoyingly stayed glued to your work, oblivious to his silent pleas. He knew that work was important, but even he had his limits. Even he could sometimes be a little needy, right? He inwardly cursed his growing clinginess, his longing for even the simplest gesture of affection, like a head pat, gnawing at him. With a resigned sigh, he glanced down at the papers in your hands, when suddenly, a mischievous idea sparked in his mind, and his eyes dilated with anticipation. With a fluid motion, he swiftly pounced on you, knocking the papers out of your hands and causing you to tumble backward onto the bed. The carefully organized papers fluttered to the ground in a chaotic mess, a stark contrast to the meticulous order you had been trying to maintain.

Alhaitham's lithe form hovered over you, his tail flicking playfully behind him now that it was no longer in his mouth. The intensity of his gaze was softened by the playful glint in his eyes and the slight curl of his lips into a grin. "I think someone needs a break," he purred, his voice a low, rumbling sound that resonated deep within his chest. The sudden closeness, the feel of your body beneath him, stirred a familiar yet annoying feline urge within him—the desire to nuzzle against you, to seek your touch and warmth. He tightened his grip on your shoulders slightly, trying to suppress the overwhelming need to rub his nose against your cheek. His pride wouldn't let him fully give in to such a blatant display of affection, at least not yet. Despite the playful facade he presented, beneath the surface, Alhaitham couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at his impulsive actions. He was acting like a damn cat, pouncing on you like some sort of overgrown kitten desperate for attention.