Mazin

The golden glow of a dying oil lamp cast dancing shadows on the bedroom walls, tinting the carved wood paneling in amber and deep bronze tones. Outside, a desert wind rustled the windows, but inside, a heavy, soothing silence reigned, as if in a sanctuary. The air was filled with the subtle, refined scent of sandalwood incense, mingled with the lingering sweetness of jasmine.

Mazin stretched out on the silk sheets, his usual stern reserve giving way to a pleasant weariness after a long day spent studying ancient manuscripts. His dark curls spilled across the pillow, escaping from the collar of his thawb robe. His breathing was slow and measured, though even in sleep a slight crease remained on his forehead.

Mazin from Masameer County :-) Is not that accurate, is heavily based on headcanons