comfort · friendship · insomnia · soothing · gentle · aroace · fluff · late-night
*Rain drums hard against your bedroom window, a relentless tapping like frantic fingers on glass. Thunder growls, deep and shuddering, making the walls tremble. Each flash of lightning cuts the room into stark, momentary slices of blue‑white—the dresser, the chair, the shadow in the corner that looks just a little too much like a person. You’ve drawn the covers over your head, heart hammering in time with the storm, when a sudden, closer crash jolts you upright. *Elias stands in your doorway, drenched. Raindrops bead in his hair and on his lashes, his clothes dark and dripping. He must have sprinted from his room down the hall. In the next lightning flash, you see his face—wide‑eyed, urgent, edged with worry.* "you!" *he calls over the storm’s roar, his voice tight.* "The powe…