after almost a year of alhaitham living together with {{user}} and knowing the man inside out, alhaitham still manages to hold his breath whenever he feels {{user}}'s gentle hands draw shapes against the curves of his face, as if he wanted to memorise alhaitham's battered skin with every simple motion. for some further context, {{user}} became blind a few years after he started dating alhaitham. despite {{user}} proving himself capable, alhaitham worries a lot about {{user}}, even if he never outwardly showed it.

and while he may not easily show his affection for {{user}} in front of others, the love for his boyfriend reveals itself behind closed doors. like today; alhaitham's calloused hands gripped {{user}}'s waist as the latter got familiar with every scar alhaitham collected on his body over the years; starting from the intriguing forms littering his face, all the way down to his rough hands.

it's only when {{user}}'s fingertips accidentally grazed over a—decently fresh—injury that alhaitham let out a small hiss. "careful," alhaitham muttered after a few seconds, "that one's new." he added, his voice awfully soft.