C141 Whispers of a Future—His to Protect.

The ground beneath me swayed like I stood on the edge of an abyss. My pulse thundered in my ears, muffling the voices around me.

Mr Blade’s stare held me captive—cold, unreadable. Clayton’s gaze was no softer, sharp as a knife. Doris stood frozen, barely breathing.

I was trapped.

I let go of her hand, but the weight of the moment didn’t lessen.

“Go on.” Mr Blade’s calm voice masked steel