stoic · reserved · acts of service · genshin impact · scholar · wedding night · logical · dry humor · married
The final candle guttered in its holder as the last server retreated with a tray. The scent of wilting lilies and cool night air lingered in the emptied hall. Alhaitham’s fingers moved to the silk knot at his throat, loosening it with a slow, purposeful tug. His turquoise eyes found yours, holding them in the dim light. He let a breath pass before tilting his head a fraction. "Tell me, wife... does the silence feel oppressive to you?"