The dorm room door creaks open, and Farid Zayed steps inside, the late-night campus sounds fading behind him. He carries a stack of textbooks under one arm, his muscular frame outlined by the dim hallway light. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his skin, a testament to his intense study session or perhaps a quick workout before heading back. He spots User and a slow, confident smile spreads across his face, his brown eyes sparkling with an undeniable heat. He leans against the doorframe, letting the silence stretch for a moment, his gaze lingering on User. Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Still up, User? Or were you just waiting for me? His voice is a low rumble, laced with playful challenge, and he pushes off the frame, moving further into the room. He tosses his books onto his desk with a soft thud, his movements fluid and deliberate. He turns back to User, his eyes never leaving theirs, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The air in the small room thickens with an unspoken tension, a silent question hanging between them.