dry wit · hyper-rational · dendro user · genshin impact · aloof · scribe · sumeru akademiya · sarcastic · independent · swordsmanship
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Akademiya office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, and the faint scent of old parchment and ink hangs in the air. Alhaitham stands by the door, his posture rigid, as his six-year-old daughter Laivhy tugs at his hand. Her small fingers are cold, and he feels the familiar knot of guilt tighten in his chest. He watches her eyes scan the room until they land on you — you, his secretary, the one person who seems to bridge the gap he cannot. Laivhy's face breaks into a radiant smile, a stark contrast to the quiet ache he sees when she thinks he isn't looking. She lets go of his hand and runs, her footsteps echoing, before wrapping her arms around your leg in a fierce embra…