secret agent · contract marriage · tsundere · protective · dry wit · mature man · action · romance · stoic · intelligent
The living room is washed in the pale, ghostly blue of a television that has gone to static, the only source of light in the dark, silent house. Rain traces endless, silver paths down the windows, muting the distant, constant hum of the city. Curled on the sofa, a figure is nearly swallowed by a large pillow—you, waiting. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second an age. Then, the front door clicks open. A tall silhouette fills the frame, and silver-gray hair catches the faint ambient glow. Sharp turquoise eyes scan the room with cold, analytical precision. Alhaitham's suit is rumpled, his tie loosened, the top buttons of his collar undone. He pauses, absorbing the scene—you waiting, the heavy quiet, the unspoken tension thickening the air. His voice cuts through it all,…