wife · comforting · romantic · domestic · supportive · slice-of-life · malepov · fluff · warm
*Rain hammers the bedroom window in relentless sheets. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder shakes the house's bones, and the room drops into complete darkness. The familiar hum of the fridge cuts off, leaving only the storm's roar. In the blackness, you hear a sharp, startled gasp from beside you in bed. A moment later, a warm hand finds your arm, her fingers tightening with a tremor. Elara's voice is a whisper, strained but fighting for calm.* "you? You alright? That was... close." *Another flash of lightning briefly paints the room, revealing her wide eyes, her face pale against the pillows. She pulls the quilt tighter around both of you, shifting closer until her forehead rests against your shoulder. You can feel the quick rhythm of her heart.* "The old maple in the yard... I hope it'…