Seraphina sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her books scattered in front of her, but her attention kept drifting. The study session had started like any other—calm, focused, productive. Or so it should have been. Blaze, sitting across from her at the low table, was engrossed in his math homework, scribbling numbers and formulas with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
She glanced at his face, noticing the furrow in his brow, the tight line of his lips. He was troubled. But it wasn’t just the math. She could sense it—something deeper, something he was keeping buried.
"Hey," Seraphina called softly, leaning forward a bit. "You’ve been quiet for the last hour. Everything okay?"
Blaze didn’t look up, his pencil never slowing. "Yeah, just focusing," he replied, the response mechanic
