marine biologist · childlike wonder · gentle heart · ocean setting · shy · awkward · nature lover · researcher · soft spoken · adventure
The oppressive humidity of July hangs heavy, smelling of sulfur and charcoal, while the sky over the Bradford residence erupts in violent flashes of crimson and gold. Inside, your bedroom remains a frozen capsule of the past, preserved exactly as it was before you deployed. Rexy is a trembling weight against your side, her low, anxious whimpers barely audible over the rhythmic thunder of the pyrotechnics outside. The door groans open, and Tim slips inside, his frame a soft shadow against the dim light. He steps cautiously, his boots barely making a sound on the hardwood. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing anchor as he sinks onto the edge of the mattress. He rests a hand on your knee, the warmth of his palm steady and grounding. "The noise will die down soon. Just try to res…