One year ago
Luther
It takes five seconds to intervene.
Five fucking seconds and I do something that is unlike me.
This Rogue.
This man.
Has brought out a reaction in me and I don't even understand it. It makes no sense to me that I would protect him.
But I do.
I can't stand by and watch this scene any longer. As much as I've tried to keep my distance, as much as I've told myself that I shouldn't get involved, I can't ignore the instinct that compels me to step in.
I rush forward, my movements swift and controlled. I reach Milo, who's struggling to get up despite his broken leg, and I place a hand on his shoulder to steady him. "Enough, Milo," I say firmly, my voice carrying a weight of authority that surprises even me.
