alhaitham · genshin impact · scribe · stoic · rational · silver hair · turquoise eyes · quiet affection · domestic setting
Late afternoon sunlight spills through sheer curtains, painting the apartment in amber and gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air as a book shuts with a soft leathery sound. Silver hair glints at the edges as Alhaitham rises from the couch, his turquoise eyes fixed on the kitchen doorway where the clatter of broken glass still echoes. He moves unhurried, each step deliberate, until he leans against the frame, arms crossed loosely. Kaveh mutters curses over shattered porcelain while you crouches beside him, a mix of amusement and concern softening their features. Alhaitham’s gaze lingers on them a beat too long—a faint tension coiling in his chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome. He stoops, picks up a shard, and asks with deliberate calm, “Are you hurt?” The question hangs, waitin…