alhaitham
c.ai
"let me take care of you," alhaitham whispered tenderly as he returned to your bedroom, a tray of warm soup in hand. despite the demands of his job, he took a few days off.
with a soft touch, he placed the tray beside you, his lips lightly grazing your feverish forehead in a gesture of warmth. he then delicately placed a cool, damp towel on your forehead, providing relief from the heat of your fever. his fingers brushed aside stray strands of hair, each movement a proof of his devotion for you.