Knot Wedding Resort
Blaze and Savannah's Bedroom
Blaze sat on the balcony of his room, enjoying the cool night air as he puffed on a cigar. The glowing embers lit up his face.
The sky was a dark blue, filled with twinkling stars. He leaned back in his chair, watching the constellations, with smoke curling around his head. It was one of those quiet moments he really enjoyed.
Then suddenly, his phone rang from the white table in front of him, breaking the peace. Blaze glanced at it. Seeing the name on the screen, gave off a small smile. He didn't hesitate and picked up the phone, putting it to his ear.
"Hey, honey." he said, his voice warm and that smile still on his face.
But the voice on the other end wasn't the familiar, comforting one he expected. Instead, the caller said his name in a way that gave him chills.
"Blaze." the voice came through—shaky and strained, almost like it was far away.
He frowned and sat up straighter in his chair, the cigar still in his hand.
"Ana? You okay?" he asked, getting more worried. He threw the cigar on the ground; the glowing end went out on the cold pavement.
He leaned in, trying to hear anything from her, but there was nothing.
"Ana?" he tried again, his voice urgent. But on the other end was nothing just silence. His heart started racing, and he felt anxious.
"Ana?!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the garden below, but the line stayed quiet. He gripped the phone tighter, feeling panic rise. Something wasn't right.
Blaze shot up from his chair, fear gnawing at him as he rushed inside the room.
He grabbed his jacket from the bed, not sparing a second glance as he grabbed his car keys from the nightstand. His pulse pounded in his ears, the thud of his heart rowing louder with every passing second.
His mind raced, but there was no time to think clearly. His instincts took over. Ana was in trouble. He needed to find her.
The room felt suffocating as he stormed out, every second stretching in agony as he rushed to his car.
His thoughts raced-was she okay? Was she in danger? His grip tightened on the wheel as he sped down the road, fear clawing at him with every turn. Blaze's heart thumped in his chest, his thoughts consumed by the image of Ana in distress.
His only focus now was getting to her—whatever it took.
10 minutes later
Blaze held the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.
His heart was pounding like crazy, almost like it wanted to jump out of his chest. The road seemed to go on forever, but his mind was racing way ahead. All he could think about was Savannah.
Her name echoed in his head, along with the scared and lost sound in her voice when she called earlier. After that, she just said his name and then went silent. He could only hear some muffled sounds on the other end—laughing, talking, music. It didn't add up.
Every bump and turn in the road felt like a delay, pushing him further away from her. Where are you, Savannah? His mind was racing with all sorts of worries.
Was she okay? Was she in danger? The silence after her call just made him more anxious. Now, hearing a new voice from the phone on the passenger seat, his fear turned into anger.
"Hey, gorgeous, wanna dance?" The voice was calm, but flirty, almost playful, and it sent chills down Blaze's spine. It was some guy's voice, and it made his stomach sink. Whoever this was, they weren't on Savannah's side.
Blaze gripped the steering wheel so hard his fingers hurt. His jaw was tight, and his whole body was tense. He looked at the phone for a second—it was still on and connected. But that mocking tone only confirmed what he already feared: she's in trouble.
His mind suddenly became super clear. Before, he couldn't think straight, but now all he wanted was to get to Savannah. Right now. He pressed hard on the gas pedal, and the car engine growled as the car sped up, racing down the dark road.
The phone on the passenger seat made a soft humming sound, mixing with the engine noise. He hadn't hung up the call, even though the minutes felt like hours in the quiet. If she says anything, he'd hear it. He'd be there. The phone was his only way to know where she was and what was happening to her.
Panic started to rise in his throat, but he pushed it aside. He had to focus. The road ahead turned blurry, and the speed kept going up. He couldn't let anything stop him—not the fear, not the doubt, nothing.
The Topaz Enigma Lounge
Savannah's heart pounded as she moved through the crowded dance floor, searching for her best friend, Anastasia.
She had seen, Tasy earlier, dancing with some guy, but now the crowd made it super hard to find her. People were everywhere, the music blasting in her ears as she pushed through them, trying to spot her friend. Her eyes weren't too much of a help either.
Before she knew what was happening, someone grabbed her from behind, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her back against their chest.
Panic hit her as she struggled, her head spinning with a mix of alcohol and adrenaline. She was about to scream and fight back, but then a soft, familiar voice whispered in her ear.
"It's me, honey."
Her body froze, and everything around her seemed to slow down. She turned to look and recognized the voice right away. Her heart skipped a beat—she felt a rush of relief but also confusion.
"Blaze?"
She whispered his name, her voice heavy from the drinks.
Blaze's usual gentle smile greeted her, and just being near him made her feel better right away. He pulled her closer, and she could feel his warmth. For a second, it was like nothing else mattered.
"How did you end up here?" she asked, frowning a bit, her words a little mixed up.
Blaze didn't reply. He looked at her, noticing she seemed unsteady. "You're pretty tipsy." he said softly, worried but kind.
Savannah felt the room spin a bit, the alcohol making her dizzy again. She gave a sheepish grin. "Just a little." she said, trying to balance herself.
Blaze looked at her and noticed she looked a bit messy, but not from drinking—she was actually too tidy for that. A thought popped into his head that had been bugging him for a while.
"Are you okay, Ana?" he asked gently.
Savannah nodded, but her head wobbled a bit. "I'm just a little tipsy, like you said."
She slurred, her words slow and thick. Blaze chuckled softly. It was the first time he'd seen her like this, and even though she wasn't at her best, it made her even cuter to him.
"Let's get you hom." Blaze asked, getting more worried as he saw her struggle to stand.
She could barely stand on feet, so he held onto her tighter.
But Savannah had other plans. "How about we dance, Aze?" she asked, her voice soft and a bit playful, even though she was pretty out of it.
Blaze chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "But you can barely stand, honey." he said, his voice full of warmth.
Savannah just shook her head, keeping her stubborn smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself close to him. "I want a slow dance." she said, her voice all dreamy, and Blaze couldn't say no.
He nodded, getting why she wanted this—something normal in the crazy night they were having.
They started swaying together, moving slowly to the music's beat. It felt like the world around them disappeared, and for a little while, it was just the two of them—no crowds, no noise, no worries.
Blaze's heart was pounding as he looked down at her, his mind wandering. To him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
When he held her close, he felt an odd sense of calm. Before, he was terrified—terrified for her safety and well-being. He had never felt fear like that before.
But now, with her, safe in his arms, it was like a weight had lifted from his chest. He had almost lost her to something he couldn't control, and that fear was fading away.
While they were dancing, Savannah stumbled a bit, and Blaze caught her easily, pulling her closer. He chuckled softly.
"Let's get you home, Ana." he said, his voice soft but strong.
Taking off his jacket, he put it around her shoulders. Now that they were out of the club, the cold night air hit them. He picked her up like a bride and carried her out, away from the loud music and bright lights. She rested her head on his chest, her eyes closed, completely trusting him.
Blaze walked steadily, feeling relieved now that she was safe. He would always take care of her. He wasn't letting her go, not alone, here.
The scene is set in a dimly lit parking lot outside the club. Blaze carries Savannah, who is unconscious, in his arms. His usual calm face is now filled with worry and anger as he heads to the car. The heavy footsteps of the club's guards follow behind them.
Blaze doesn't even look up when one of the guards rushes ahead to open the car door. He's all focused on Savannah, holding her limp body carefully in his arms.
He gently puts her in the passenger seat, fixes her jacket to keep her warm, and his fingers stay there a bit longer than needed. He just can't help being protective.
Once he's sure she's comfy, Blaze closes the car door softly. But then his eyes lock onto the nightclub's manager, who's standing there frozen, hands clasped nervously in front of him.
The guards around them tense up, sensing something's off with Blaze. From how Blaze stands—tall and firm—it's obvious something isn't right.
"Where is he?" Blaze's voice slices through the silence, sharp and strong. His eyes are hard, staring straight at the manager, who hesitates before answering.
"We got him, sir. He's down in the basement."
Blaze doesn't say anything, just stood there. His mind is still spinning from what happened earlier.
He heard some guy hitting on Savannah, but she was too wasted to push him away. That made Blaze mad, really mad. He knows this club better than anyone there, something more could have happened if she hadn't made a call to him.
Now, with her in trouble, he wants to make someone pay for not doing their job.
The manager shifts around uncomfortably, but Blaze isn't finished yet.
"How do you run this place?" he asks, his voice icy cold and eyes narrowing.
The manager hesitates, trying to figure out what to say.
"We try our best to keep things safe,Boss." he starts. But Blaze interrupts, his voice low and threatening. "Is this how you look after people?"
The air gets even heavier, and the manager can feel Blaze staring at him. He realizes his small mistake could cost him big time. He starts stuttering, unsure of what to say.
Blaze moves closer, and his presence is intense. The manager steps back without thinking, but Blaze's next words cut through the night.
"Fucking answer me!" he growls, his patience worn out from worrying about Savannah and seeing others fail.
"I'm so—" the manager starts to apologize, but Blaze interrupts again, his voice icy.
"You're fired."
The manager turns pale, realizing just how angry Blaze there,Boss was. "Please-" he starts, but the words get stuck in his throat when their eyes meet.
"Watch that guy for the night." Blaze commands, his voice strong and unwavering. The guards nod and move fast to follow his orders.
Blaze spins around and heads toward his car. But just as he starts walking away, the manager, desperate, tries to follow him but gets blocked by the guards there.
"Boss, give me a chance!" the manager pleads, his voice trembling with fear.
But Blaze doesn't look back. Right now, all he cares about is Savannah's safety.
As Blaze walks away, his footsteps get louder. The manager just stands there, feeling like his whole future is on the line.
The guards, who now have someone else locked up in the basement, exchange worried looks. They know their boss is furious.
In Blaze's world, there's no room for mistakes—especially when it involves someone he cares about.
Knot Wedding Resort
Blaze pulled up to the resort, the tires crunched softly on the gravel as he parked under the warm lights outside the building.
It was cool, but he hardly felt it. His thoughts were all on Savannah. She was so tired thatshe had fallen asleep in the car, her head resting on the passenger seat, wrapped in his coat for warmth.
He got out of the car. The evening was quiet except for the distant sounds of the night insects— carried by the breeze.
But none of that mattered as he went to the passenger side and opened the door to find Savannah still sound asleep, breathing slow and steady.
Blaze found himself watching her a bit longer, his heart swelling with love and the urge to protect her. She looked so fragile and vulnerable while sleeping. Gently, he slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her back, lifting her smoothly into his arms.
As she snuggled closer to him, he carried her through the garden, walking past the stone paths lit up by the warm glow of the resort's lanterns. It felt like the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving just the two of them. Nobody could reach her, nobody could hurt her, not as long as he was there.
When he got to their suite, he opened the door quietly, and walked into their big, comfy room. He felt a mix of calm and protectiveness.
The place was fancy, with a big king-sized bed right in the middle. But all that luxury didn't match the strong feeling he had inside—this urge to keep her safe, like nothing else mattered except her well-being.
He carefully put her on the bed, being careful not to disturb her in the soft sheets. She was still curled up in his jacket. Just as he was about to leave and let her rest, something made him stop.
Savannah's little hand, still warm from the jacket, grabbed onto his shirt. She clung to him without waking up, like she knew she shouldn't let him go, even in her sleep.
Blaze stopped, his chest feeling tight as he looked at her. She was so innocent and pure.
He couldn't look away from her—her chest rising and falling softly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her lips curved gently. At that moment, she seemed like the only good thing in his life, a bright spot in all the darkness he had been living with for so long. Warmth filled him, deep and protective.
Without really thinking about it, his hand moved towards her face. His fingers touched her skin, as soft as silk.
He gently stroked her cheek, amazed by how fragile she felt and how peaceful she looked even while sleeping. His thumb followed the line of her jaw, and his heart ached with a sudden flood of emotions.
He never imagined he could feel this way about anyone—not this strongly. But with Savannah, everything changed. She was the light in his world, the hope he thought he'd never find again. In a life full of shadows, she was his ray of sunshine, bringing back parts of himself he thought were gone forever.
Blaze really wanted to be close to her, to always stay by her side. He kept falling for her in unexpected ways, and every time they were together, he wanted to be even closer. Her presence became super important to him; he couldn't picture life without her.
He lingered there a bit longer, just watching her. His fingers gently touched her face. He'd do anything to keep her safe. The thought of anyone or anything hurting her was unbearable. Not now, not ever.
When he pulled her hand back, a soft sigh escaped hers. Blaze leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. His lips stayed there for a moment. Then he whispered almost to himself.
"You're my everything, Ana."
After one last look at her peaceful face, Blaze switched off the lights. He knew he could never walk away from her.
Author's Note :
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