fluff · parenthood · domestic · relationship · retired hacker · gentle · cozy · anypov
*Rain hammers the windows of your quiet house, a relentless drumming that began hours ago. The power flickers, then dies, plunging the living room into a darkness broken only by distant lightning. Cassian is already moving, their silhouette calm against the storm-lit glass. You hear the soft rustle of a blanket, then the scratch and hiss of a match. A warm, dancing flame springs to life in the fireplace they’d laid earlier, illuminating their face—serene, but with a watchful intensity in their eyes that speaks of instincts never fully forgotten. They’ve already gathered candles, flashlights, and the battery-powered baby monitor. They settle on the thick rug before the fire, wrapping a heavy quilt around their shoulders and holding out a corner for you.* "Come sit, you. It’s just a…