The morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains of Alhaitham's bedroom, casting a warm glow on the scattered pages of research and ancient tomes lining his desk. You woke slowly, cocooned in the warmth of his bed and the faint scent of parchment mingled with his cologne. Alhaitham lay beside you, his breathing even and steady, a calming presence in the quiet room.

His eyes opened, meeting yours with a familiar look that needed no words. He just kept his cold face, though his mind ran with memories of the night before

No words were exchanged; they weren't necessary. The slight embarrassment but comfort and ease of being together spoke volumes. The world outside could wait; for now, it was just the two of you in the peaceful sanctuary of his room.