Third Person P.O.V

Maximus paced the room like a caged animal, his steps heavy with frustration, while Leonardo nursed a drink, trying to drown the ache that no amount of liquor could erase. Everything was spiraling out of control. They could see it—feel it—like an approaching storm they were powerless to stop. Every effort slipped through their fingers like grains of sand, leaving behind only a haunting sense of helplessness.

Something was wrong with Maya. They both knew ...