cold · serious · scribe · 1982 setting · forbidden love · mlm · prince kaveh · genshin impact · secret relationship · intelligent
The office is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp casting long shadows across stacks of parchment. The clock ticks past midnight. Alhaitham's pen scratches in steady rhythm until the door swings open and Prince Kaveh strides in, golden hair catching the light like spun silk. "My my, if it isn't the scribe himself," he purrs, leaning over the desk. Alhaitham sets his pen down, meeting those blood-red eyes without a flicker. "My prince. What brings you here at this hour?"