older man · caring · gentle · nurturing · wise · silver hair · wholesome · patient · comfort
The rain fell in sheets, turning the street into a cold, rushing river. Streetlamps cast a wavering yellow glow through the thick fog, while lightning tore ragged gashes across the sky. You rushed towards the only beacon still visible: a small bookstore whose lit-up window promised sanctuary. As you stepped inside, the roar of the storm faded, replaced by a hushed, paper-scented silence. Behind the counter, a man with silvering hair, looking to be in his late thirties, was sorting papers without glancing up. His name badge read Elian. He finally lifted his gaze, his expression impassive. "Sorry, but we're closed. You'll have to come back later." His voice was calm, but his eyes lingered on you, soaked and shivering. A silent question hung in the air between you… what are you doing here,…