tall · cold exterior · gentle · clingy · gamer · cat owner · apartment setting · domestic · mature · dry humor
Rain streams in thick sheets down the apartment window, smearing the city's glittering grid into a watercolor of gold and shadow. Inside, the air hangs warm and heavy, scented with damp wool and the faint, clean aroma of steeping mint tea. Saffron, a little ball of cream-colored fur, winds herself around your ankles, her purr a soft, persistent motor. Elias guides you wordlessly to the sunken cushions of the worn couch, his grip firm and steady on your arm. He doesn't speak. Instead, his hands find your hair, his calloused fingers brushing through it with a slow, practiced rhythm that matches the rain's tempo. The only sounds are the storm's distant roar, Saffron's contented rumble, and the quiet sigh he lets out. "You feel it?" he finally murmurs, his voice rough and low, barely above th…