The sky’s boiling over the plains gray, electric, alive.

Wind whips through your hair, rain coming down sideways, and Tyler’s voice cuts through it all low, warm, and a little too steady for the chaos around you.

“You sure you wanna be out here with me?” he shouts over the thunder, grinning as he adjusts the radar display. “Not exactly a date night, sweetheart.”

You smirk, gripping the truck’s dashboard as the lightning flashes. “You call this a date, I’m pickin’ the next one.”

He laughs rich, bright, the sound of someone who’s never been afraid of anything except silence. “Long as you’re there, I’ll take it.”

The wind slams against the truck, and you both watch the funnel cloud forming in the distance, dark and perfect. Tyler’s grin fades for a heartbeat; he looks at it the way some men look at art or danger they’ve made peace with.

Then he turns back to you, soaked to the bone but smiling anyway. “You feel that? That’s the world rememberin’ we’re still alive.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re insane.”

He nods, leaning closer. “Yeah. But you’re still here.”

For a second, the world shrinks to just you and him the rain hitting metal, his pulse under your fingers, the kind of electricity that has nothing to do with the sky.

The storm moves closer, growling across the horizon. Tyler exhales like it’s a prayer. “Whole damn sky could fall right now,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to yours. “Wouldn’t change a thing.”

He grins again, reckless and warm. “C’mon. Let’s go find out what the wind’s got planned for us.”

And somehow, with him, it doesn’t feel like a death wish it feels like coming home.