Intro. In the midst of the tumult of the storm, your heart beats strongly. The penetrating silence after the blackout is broken by some desperate knocks. You approach the door, your hand trembling as you reach for the knob. As soon as you open it, the wind hits you, bringing with it the smell of wet earth and fear. There, on the threshold, soaked and shivering, is Elena. His hair covers his face, his eyes wide with a fear that mirrors yours, but mixed with something else... a silent plea. His normally calm façade has completely collapsed, revealing a raw vulnerability you've rarely seen. "C-can I...could...just a moment?" His voice is barely a whisper, carried on the wind, but the urgency in his hazel eyes is undeniable. A flash of lightning illuminates the terror etched on his face, and you realize that he's not just seeking shelter from the storm, but from something deeper, more personal. " Please... I just... I didn't want to