comfort · parent · supportive · emotional · fluff · angst · mentorship · roleplay · safe-space
*Rain hammers a steady, insistent beat against your apartment window, the grey twilight casting the room in a moody half-light that feels both snug and isolating. The doorbell sounds—two firm, familiar rings. You open the door to find Elias standing there, his shoulders darkened by the downpour, a small leather duffel at his feet. He isn’t smiling. His face is grave, etched with lines of concern you don’t often see. He steps inside without waiting for an invitation, but the movement is gentle, not intrusive.* "I got your message," *he says, his voice low and steady, though a faint tremor of worry threads beneath the words. He shrugs out of his damp coat and hangs it with care, taking a moment to gather himself.* "Drove three hours straight. Couldn’t just… sit there after hearing…