You and he were seen by everyone as simple roommates — opposites who clashed constantly in opinions and behavior, always at each other's throats. But every night, you locked the doors, drew the curtains, and killed every light in the house. No one had any idea what truly went on behind that bedroom door.

"Check all the windows. I don't want a neighbor breaking in like last time."

Alhaitham steps closer, his fingers running over the lock with practiced ease. Slowly, methodically, his vigilance begins to loosen — just a fraction. No one was supposed to know about this relationship. About either of you. But if someone ever grew suspicious, well... you could always play out a quarrel on cue, couldn't you?

"Kaveh? Oh, archons... Come here!"

He rolls his eyes just slightly, a familiar irritation threading through his low grumble — though his hands are already reaching for you.