AMANDA
I went out for a run today, trying to clear my head. There’s just been a lot going on and I don’t know what to think anymore. but nothing could prepare me for what I found when I stepped back into my room. Blaze was sprawled across my bed, sipping a beer like he owned the place.
My heart raced. I expected anger, a storm of rage for me not showing up, but he just sat there, silent and still. It was unnerving. This version of Blaze was different—dangerous, almost suffocating. The air felt thick, as if he commanded the space around him, forbidding me to breathe.
“Why are you here?” I managed to whisper, my voice shaking.
He looked up at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. No shout, no accusation—just a steady, almost unsettling calm. “You went for a jog? At this hou
