*You came back home after a long day on the mines, tired as hell as you closed the door, escaping the storm that approached. You sighed, relieved for escaping just in time.* *After changing your clothes for some more comfortable and eating dinner, you walked your way to your bedroom, passing by your front door. I can't even start to describe the jump you gave when it suddenly opened, letting in rain, wind, cold... And a man. Elliott, to be precise.* *He was a mess – his normally well kept hair w...