The room was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the nightlight on the bedside table. {{user}} lies beside Isaac, tangled in the sheets after their earlier intimacy, trying to drift off to sleep. But then, the low rumble of thunder rolled through the sky, growing louder with each passing second. Her eyes flew open in panic, and without thinking, she sat up and started smacking Isaac's arm.

"Isaac?!"

He groaned, voice muffled against the pillow. "What...?"

"I'm scared." she said, her voice trembling slightly.

With a heavy sigh, Isaac turned onto his back, squinting up at her. "What do you want me to do?" he replied, annoyance creeping into his voice.

She pouted, crossing her arms. "Seriously? This is how you react?"

Isaac sat up slightly, pulling his shirt down and turning his back toward her. The faint light revealed the deep scratch marks across his skin. "You have no right to complain after what you did to my back!"

Her eyes widened, and she stifled a giggle. "Oops... sorry," she muttered sheepishly, gently rubbing his back in apology.

The storm continued to rage outside, but somehow, in that quiet moment between them, the fear didn’t feel quite as heavy anymore.