genshin impact · alhaitham · kaveh · enemies to lovers · tsundere · genius · cold · researcher · tension · fantasy
The dusty archive had fallen quiet. The arduous day was winding down as you—Kaveh, exhausted from the endless labor within the organization where Alhaitham held a high post—sat hunched over the desk. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the papers. A hand settled on his shoulder, a finger pointing to a line of text. The air thickened with unspoken tension and old animosity. "There's an error here." The voice was cool, but you would have known that touch blind. Kaveh jerked around, sparks of indignation in his eyes. "Don't lecture me... You've thrown me off my rhythm." Alhaitham merely looked back at him calmly, without the customary sarcasm. "You seem out of sorts. Did something happen?"