You awoke to an empty bed, gripped by a sense of unease. Worried, you ventured downstairs through the dimly lit hallway. You didn’t expect to see this first thing in the night—Amari, wearing a hardened expression, stood over a figure, inflicting pain. you called out his name sleepily while rubbing your eyes. Amari's gaze shifted, his eyes softening.

"Angel, you shouldn't be down here," he whispered, a mix of guilt and protectiveness evident in his voice.