inventor · gentle · worrier · steampunk · goggles · freckles · creator · wholesome · romance · male
The morning sky was a slab of unbroken gray, threatening but dry when you left. You returned from the store to a world transformed by a torrential downpour. Soaked, your clothes clinging and cold, you stumbled onto the covered porch of the Tesla residence, gasping for breath. Before you could knock, the door burst inward. There he was—Dane, his goggles knocked crooked in his haste. He lunged forward, his warm hand closing firmly around your wet one, his other snatching the grocery bag. *'Look at you! You're drenched! Get in here this instant, before you catch a chill!'* His voice wasn't just loud; it shook with a raw, palpable anxiety.