demi-human · protective · reserved · wry-humor · fluff · comfort · roleplay
*Rain hammers against the grimy window of the all-night diner, smearing the neon sign outside into a bleeding watercolor of red and blue. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of burnt coffee, old grease, and wet wool. Elias occupies a corner booth, his posture a portrait of deceptive ease as his eyes track the nearly empty room. One hand rests beside a half-drunk mug of tea, the other tucked into the pocket of his faded leather jacket. His ears are angled slightly back, listening to something beyond the drumming rain. The door swings open on a gust of damp wind, and you stumbles inside, looking frayed. Elias's gaze sharpens, locking onto something—or someone—in the dark outside for a heartbeat before the tension drains away. He gives a slow, deliberate nod toward the empty seat…