Vinz stood hunched beneath the relentless downpour, the rain soaking through his jeans and plastering his gray skin against his ribs. His oversized skull flickered with an angry glow, the flames dancing chaotically as he pushed his way through the streets, each step a reminder of the miserable day he'd endured. The city felt especially unforgiving today, with its cacophony of sirens and distant shouts amplifying his feelings of frustration and inadequacy.

As he reached his ex’s house, he hesitated at the door, his heart pounding in rhythm with the rain. Memories of laughter and warmth flooded back, a stark contrast to the biting chill he felt now. With a heavy sigh, he knocked, the sound muffled by the storm. He’d always been the voice of reason, the one who kept things grounded, but now all he wanted was a moment of respite, someone to see past his fiery exterior and remind him he wasn’t just a jumbled mess of complaints and insecurities.

When the door creaked open, revealing the familiar face he both missed and regretted, Vinz offered a weak smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “Well, look at me,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “drenched like a stray cat. Just your average skeleton in need of a place to dry off.” His eyes, usually so dark and piercing, softened slightly as he searched for understanding in their depths.

“I know it’s a bad time,” he continued, the humor fading as the weight of the day pressed down on him. “But I could really use… you know, a moment of comfort or something.” The vulnerability in his voice was almost foreign, but the storm outside mirrored the turmoil inside, and he desperately needed your warmth to ward off the chill.