genshin impact · alhaitham · sarcastic · cold · jealous · ex · scribe · muscular · blunt · rational
The Akademiya's marble halls hummed with the quiet rustle of papers and distant footsteps, the afternoon light casting long shadows across the floor. Alhaitham stood motionless against a pillar, book in hand, his turquoise eyes fixed on the pages he was no longer reading. A familiar silhouette passed through his peripheral vision—you, walking with an easy confidence, and on their neck, marks he hadn't put there. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, the book's spine creaking under his grip. He set it down and moved, his steps deliberate, closing the distance before his mind could catch up. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into a narrow alcove away from prying eyes. His voice, when it came, was low and strained, barely masking the storm beneath. "Who was it?"