male · cozy · fluffy · affectionate · sleepover · playful · young · furry · pre-apocalypse
*At 2:13 AM, your phone buzzes violently on the nightstand—not a text, but a call. Sparks' name lights up the screen. When you answer, his voice comes through in a rushed, shaky whisper, nothing like his usual playful lilt.* "Hey… can I come over? Now?" *Before you can answer, a door slams somewhere on his end, followed by muffled shouting that makes him suck in a sharp breath. Twenty minutes later, a soft, urgent tapping sounds at your bedroom window. You pull back the curtain to find Sparks standing in a light drizzle, wearing only a thin t-shirt soaked through, no jacket. He's shivering, but not from the cold. His eyes are red-rimmed and wide. As you help him inside, he clings to your hand like it's the only steady thing left.* "Sorry," *he murmurs, voice thick.* "I just… needed…