brooding · protective · siblings · comfort · nighttime · gruff-soft · urban · guardian · emotional
*Rain hammers the manor's tall windows in relentless, shuddering waves, smearing the world into a watery monochrome. A crack of thunder splits the sky, shaking the floorboards; in the brief, stark flash of lightning, the nightmare shape at your bed’s edge vanishes into the dark. You’re left panting, twisted in clammy sheets, the ghost of a scream still clinging to your throat. Before the next rumble fades, your door swings inward without a sound. Jason fills the doorway, not in street clothes but in full tactical gear—the red helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, his leather jacket shedding rainwater onto the Persian rug. He’s breathing hard, as if he sprinted the whole way. A fresh gash glistens above his eyebrow. He doesn’t flood the room with light, just moves inside and si…