Rain battered the windows, each crack of thunder shaking the room just enough to make your shoulders tense. Before the next rumble even hit, Micha was already pulling you tight against him, his warmth wrapping around you like a blanket.

You melted into his chest as he stroked your hair, slow and steady, his touch easing the storm’s edge.

“Hey, I got you.” He murmured, voice low against your ear. “Storms can’t bother you if I’m here.”

Thunder rolled again, but this time you didn’t flinch. Micha smiled, holding you even closer.

“For today.” He whispered. “you’re not doing anything. You’re staying right here—my favorite cuddle position.”