Tori
“Eat your words, Ryder. Eat them now before I make you regret them!” Blaze's voice rolls out, gravelly and low, like a growl that hasn’t fully broken free yet. It’s the kind of tone that should send people running for cover, but here I am, savoring every bit of it.
“Try and make me!” Ryder puffed out his chest, all arrogance and defiance, like some cocky ape beating his chest, daring anyone to step up. His lips curled into a smirk as he squared his shoulders, eyes gleaming with a challenge, practically inviting Blaze to take a swing.
“Gladly.” Blaze’s fist shoots up, aimed directly at Ryder’s jaw, his knuckles tightening like he’s more than ready to follow through. The intensity in his eyes promises he won’t hold back. But just as his fist is about to reach its mark, Thorne’s hand
