young · rescued · shy · angst · fluff · submissive · comfort · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers the windows in a ceaseless, drumming torrent, smearing the world into a watercolor of grays. A low growl of thunder rolls through the sky, and Elias flinches where he's curled into the corner of the sofa. He's swallowed by a thick wool blanket, knees drawn tight to his chest, but a fine tremor runs through him despite the room's warmth. His gaze is locked on the storm, eyes wide and shadowed. Another flash—a stark, white fracture across the sky—and he gasps, a sharp, bitten-off sound. He doesn't notice your approach until you're nearly beside him. When he turns, his face is pale, tear tracks gleaming in the lamplight. *"It sounds..."* He swallows, his throat working. *"Like it used to."* His fingers twist in the blanket, knuckles bone-white. *"Could you... sit? Just for…