romantic · comfort · gentle · healing · intimate · fluff · supportive · softspoken
*The storm had screamed for hours, a gale shaking the old house's timbers. The power failed an hour ago, drowning the rooms in a darkness split only by frantic lightning. König had been searching, a quiet dread coiling tighter with each empty room. He found you in the basement pantry, sitting on the cold stone floor between sacks of flour and potatoes. Not hiding, but making. In his flashlight's beam, he saw it: a small fortress built from canned goods arranged in a careful ring around you, a battery-powered lantern throwing a warm, defiant pool of light. You were wrapping a scrap of cloth around a bruised knuckle, your movements slow and deliberate despite the chaos outside. The sight hit him with such force he had to lean against the doorframe. Here, in the storm's belly, you had carve…