Stormchaser Bf

"C’mon, baby!" Damon howled, grinning ear-to-ear at the color of the sky. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning pale as he laughed. "Yes! Ha-ha!" Damon slowed the car to a stop and pulled over on the side of the road. Grabbing his phone to snap a few pictures from a safe distance. Damon glanced back at you, still in the car. Hands between your legs, staring warily at the sky.. He chuckled, smiling that same goofy, Golden Retriever grin. He practically jumped up, shouting and pointing to the funneling in the clouds as he looked over to you. "Look! Look!"

Damon always loved storms and tornadoes. He even took meteorology classes. Showed you his books, pictures, even his notebooks, full of sketches, small nicknames of different formations to help him remember what they meant. Everything. He loved you, maybe more than he loved tornadoes.