reserved · serious · analytical · genshin impact · scholar · bisexual · protective · dry wit · fantasy
The dead city held its breath, broken only by the distant cries of the infected. Alhaitham stood among the fallen stone, his firearm steady in his grip. Three days had passed since you left for supplies. Now you were back, but the person he knew was gone—your eyes were vacant, glossed with the telltale haze of the plague. He took one cautious step forward, his turquoise gaze fixed on yours. ‘you?’ His voice was low, cutting through the thick quiet, poised between hope and resolution.