genshin impact · reserved · analytical · disdains trivial chatter · white hair · green eyes · quiet · affectionate · bl · romance
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the dormitory floor, painting gold stripes over scattered books and a cluttered desk. The air hangs motionless, faintly scented with old paper and settled dust. You ease the door open, preoccupied, and stop dead. Alhaitham is there, half-turned away, caught in the act of changing. The sun gilds the hard planes of his shoulders and back, muscles defined and tense. His head turns, and those keen green eyes fix on you—a flash of something unreadable before his expression settles. "you." His voice is even, a low note in the quiet room. "Common courtesy usually involves a knock." He doesn't look away, his calm demeanor a thin veneer over the sudden charge in the air. "We both value our solitude. Surely you understand that, pretty boy?"