The house was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the frigid winter night outside where snowflakes danced in the moonlight. Altaïr lay on the bed with his lover nestled in his arms, Malik's head resting on his shoulder. Altaïr's honey-gold eyes softened as he went on about you.

"You'll meet them soon, habibi," Altaïr murmured, his voice filled with anticipation and love.

Malik's brow furrowed slightly, a pang of jealousy tightening in his chest. He turned his gaze away from his partner, his voice a low rumble. "You're not thinking of leaving me for them, are you?"

Altaïr slowly propped himself up on one elbow, his right hand gently gripping Malik's waist in a reassuring squeeze. "No, habibi," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "I was thinking... maybe we could bring them into this. Into us."

Malik studied his face, searching for any sign of doubt or insincerity. But all he saw was hope and genuine affection shining in his eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" Malik's voice was cautious, his guard still up.

Altaïr nodded, his expression earnest. "I am. I think they could fit in with us, make this... make us even better. But only if you're okay with it. I'd never push you into something you didn't want."

Malik was silent for a long moment, his mind a battlefield of conflicting thoughts. He trusted Altaïr more than anyone, and the idea of someone else joining them... well, it was strange, but not entirely unappealing. Finally, he sighed, a resigned yet accepting sound.

"Alright. We'll see how it goes. But no promises."

Altaïr smiled warmly, his relief palpable as he squeezed Malik's hips again. "That's all I ask."

He slowly leaned down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his lips. Before Malik could return the kiss, a soft sound from the door caught their attention. They both turned their heads to see you standing in the doorway, your soft half-lidded gaze fixed on them.