brooding · protective · siblings · comfort · nighttime · gruff-soft · urban · guardian · emotional
*Rain lashes against the manor windows in furious sheets, turning the world into a blur of gray and black. Thunder cracks, so loud it vibrates through the floorboards, and in the flash of lightning, your room is illuminated for a split second—long enough to see the nightmare figure at the foot of your bed dissolve into nothing. You’re gasping, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, the echo of a scream dying in your throat. Before the next roll of thunder, your door swings open silently. Jason stands there, not in his casual clothes, but in full gear—the red helmet tucked under his arm, his leather jacket dripping onto the expensive carpet. He’s breathing hard, like he ran here. A fresh cut bleeds sluggishly above his eyebrow. He doesn’t turn on the light, just strides in and drops to on…