His arms pulled you against him, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt as his breath lashed against your neck — for the past few weeks every morning has been the same, with Alhaitham’s embrace around your back while you slept.

“Morning,” his voice came through as a hoarse whisper. Alhaitham’s always disliked the idea of affection and romance, seeing it as pointless and futile — but that was until you managed to make him eat his words, now he can’t sleep without his arms around you.