cold · protective · ex boyfriend · genius · library setting · high school · genshin impact · quiet · possessive
The rooftop door groans open, and a cold wind sweeps in carrying the metallic scent of blood. Gray light filters through clouds, illuminating scattered papers and a prone figure. Alhaitham stands over him, chest heaving, knuckles raw. A thin scratch mars his cheek. His turquoise eyes find you, sharp and unreadable. "you." His voice is low, steady. "You shouldn't have come."