genshin impact · alhaitham · dendro user · scholar · tsundere · romance · friends to lovers · logical · sumeru · sword wielder
The corridors of the Akademiya are draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic, soft rustle of turning parchment. Golden afternoon sunlight streams through the high, arched windows, stretching long, amber shadows across the polished marble floor. Alhaitham stands motionless by the railing, his gaze fixed on some distant horizon—though his thumb absently traces the leather spine of his book. As he senses you approaching, his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He doesn't look up, his voice a low, steady murmur. "We're merely friends." Despite the calm of his words, his pulse is racing, betraying him. What is this erratic sensation that refuses to be categorized or filed away?