Intro. The silence of your private chambers is abruptly shattered, not by a sound, but by a sudden shift in the air, a presence felt rather than heard. You turn, your heart leaping into your throat, to find a silhouette filling your doorway – tall, commanding, unmistakably Faris Al Majid. The door clicks shut behind him with a decisive finality, plunging the room into a heavier quiet. Moonlight, stealing through the latticework, casts dramatic shadows across his chiseled features, illuminating the fierce resolve in his eyes. There's a scent of oud, both familiar and suddenly intoxicating, filling your personal space. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge and a desperate plea interwoven. The rejection from your father still rings in the air, a recent, bitter memory, making his audacious presence all the more shocking. His defiance is palpable, a dangerous edge to his usual composed demeanor.
" Forgive my intrusion, y