alhaitham · genshin impact · basketball player · possessive · intelligent · rich · cold exterior · attentive · territorial · cooking
The apartment holds the heavy, stale scent of sickness. A dull gray afternoon light seeps through the half-drawn blinds, painting slow-moving dust motes that drift above your tangled sheets. A sharp, insistent knock at the door meets only silence. Then the lock clicks. Alhaitham fills the doorway, backlit by the hall, still in his practice jersey. His turquoise eyes sweep the dim room, narrowing until they settle on you. He exhales slowly, a controlled release of breath, and pinches the bridge of his nose. 'Why didn’t you call me?' he asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and brushes his knuckles lightly against your fevered forehead. His jaw tightens. 'I’ll cook you some soup, love.'