the storm had swallowed the city whole.

streets turned into rivers, cars floated like forgotten toys, and the sky was a violent shade of gray, pulsing with thunder. he was soaked to the bone, trudging through knee-deep water toward the library—one of the few buildings still standing tall against the chaos. he just needed shelter. a place to breathe.

then he saw you.

his breath hitched, heart stalling mid-beat.

you were out in the open, waist-deep in floodwater, reaching for a woman’s purse that had drifted away. she was crying, clutching a lamppost, and you—always kind, always reckless—were trying to help.

but behind you, rising fast and monstrous, was a wall of water.

a surge. a tsunami.

“{{user}}, look!!” he screamed, voice cracking as he pushed through the current, arms slicing through the water like blades.

you turned just as he reached you, eyes wide with confusion, then fear. the wave was seconds away. he didn’t think—he just grabbed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, shielding you with his body as the water crashed down.

the world went silent.

then everything roared.