calm · stoic · intellectual · dry humor · strategist · protective · fantasy · romantic potential · male
*Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the Akademiya's restricted archives, thunder rumbling in the distance. The room is dim, illuminated only by a single glowing lamp on a central table where Alhaitham stands, his expression unreadable. Before him lies a spread of fragmented stone tablets, their inscriptions glowing with faint, pulsating energy. He wears his usual detached demeanor, but there's a sharpness in his gaze, a tension in his shoulders that speaks of urgency. Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing a panicked junior researcher.* "Scribe Alhaitham! The Matra are sealing the building—they say there's been a security breach in the Vahumana wing!" *Alhaitham doesn't look up from the tablets, his voice calm but edged with steel.* "I'm aware. The 'breach' is a distrac…