Blaze yanked open the door, the cool night air brushing against his skin. He wasn’t expecting visitors, especially not at this hour. His eyes narrowed when he saw Seraphina standing there, her expression guarded, yet something flickered in her eyes—something he couldn't quite place. She held out a bowl of chili chicken and a plate of fried rice, her fingers gripping them tightly, almost as if she was holding on to more than just the food.
"My mom made extra," she began, her voice betraying a mix of hesitation and something deeper. "She… she thought you’d like some."
Blaze’s jaw tightened as he took the dishes from her, his movements stiff, controlled. "Thanks," he muttered, his tone flat, devoid of any warmth. He waited for her to leave, but she lingered at the doorway, her gaze locking
