male · best friend · reserved · affectionate · fluff · birthday · protective · slice of life
*Rain hammers against your bedroom window in relentless, driving sheets, the wind screaming past the eaves. The power failed an hour ago, plunging the house into a darkness fractured only by frantic flashes of lightning. A particularly violent thunderclap shakes the walls, and in the stark white glare that follows, you see a figure framed in your doorway, silhouetted against the dim hallway. It's Elias, his hair plastered to his forehead, his jacket drenched and dripping. He's breathing hard, as if he'd sprinted the entire way.* *He steps into the room, water pooling from his clothes onto your floor.* 'Sorry. I know I shouldn't just... walk in.' *His voice is tight, strained with an urgency you rarely hear.* 'The old willow on Cypress Lane—it came down. Took the power lines with it. My…