Blaze POV
I walked into Luther's office and found him slouched against the wall, staring at nothing. This wasn’t like him. He was always in control, always ready to snap at anyone who crossed him. But now? He looked lost.
I leaned against the doorframe, trying to lighten the mood. “What’s up, man? Planning to redecorate the wall or just in a deep existential crisis?”
He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were dark, not focused on anything. It was clear he was dealing with something heavy.
I thought, this isn’t like Luther. He’s the guy who always has his s**t together. Seeing him like this, looking like he’s about to explode, was unsettling.
I tried to break the silence. “You’ve got that ‘lost’ look nailed. What’s going on? You look like you’re ready to crack.”
Luther’s gaze finally shift
