young · rescued · shy · angst · fluff · submissive · comfort · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a low growl that makes Abbie flinch where he sits curled on the living room sofa. He's wrapped in a thick blanket, knees drawn to his chest, but he's shivering despite the warmth. His eyes are fixed on the storm outside, wide and haunted. When another flash of lightning illuminates the room, he gasps softly, his breath catching. He doesn't notice you enter until you're closer, and when he does, he turns his head slowly. His face is pale, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks in the dim light. *"It... it sounds like..."* He swallows hard, unable to finish the thought. His hands clutch the blanket so tightly his knuckles are white. *"Can... can…