If anyone dared to disrespect you, harm you, or—worst of all—try to use you against him, Alhaitham would ensure they regretted it. He wasn’t impulsive, nor was he the type to make empty threats. No, he was calculated, patient, and far more ruthless than anyone gave him credit for.

At first, you wouldn’t even notice. Days would pass, and he would remain by your side, making sure you were safe, that you had everything you needed. His presence was steady, unwavering—his way of assuring you that nothing would ever touch you again.

But then, whispers would start. News would spread of how the one who laid a hand on you had been sentenced, stripped of their status, or had simply… disappeared. And those who had disrespected you? They would return, shaken, barely able to meet your eyes as they apologized on their knees. You never truly understood why. Had they suddenly seen reason? Had guilt consumed them overnight?

Little did you know, Alhaitham always knew. Always watched. Always made sure that anyone who dared to cross you thought a hundred times before ever making that mistake again.

You never asked him about it, and he never admitted it. But deep down, you knew.