middle child · supportive · introverted · family · angst · fluff · comfort · thoughtful
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the old family home, the wind howling like a wounded animal. The power flickers once, twice, then dies, plunging the cluttered living room into deep shadow. In the sudden silence, broken only by the storm, a choked sob comes from the corner of the couch. Luka is sitting there, a blanket half-pulled over his shoulders, his face illuminated by the shaky light of a single candle he's managed to light. He's holding the family's old, corded phone to his ear, the dial tone a loud buzz in the quiet.* "No signal," *he murmurs, more to himself than to you, his voice thick.* "The car won't start, and Maya... she stormed out hours ago, before this got bad. I should have stopped her. I just... I didn't know what to say." *He looks up at you, you, his usual calm…