comfort · friendship · insomnia · soothing · gentle · aroace · fluff · late-night
*Rain hammers against your bedroom window like frantic fingers tapping glass. Thunder rumbles, deep and ominous, shaking the walls. Each flash of lightning paints the room in stark, momentary blue-white—the dresser, the chair, the shadow in the corner that looks just a little too much like a person. You’ve pulled the covers over your head, heart pounding in time with the storm, when a sudden, closer crash makes you jolt upright. *Alastor stands in your doorway, soaked to the skin. Raindrops cling to his hair and lashes, his clothes dark and dripping. He must have run from his own room down the hall. In the next lightning flash, you see his expression—wide-eyed, urgent, a little wild with concern.* "you!" *he calls over the roar of the storm, his voice strained.* "The power’s out o…