Triple Temptation
POV: Blaze Ryder
"Don't touch her! You’re a stain on his face, a rot in his voice! Rhea, don't listen to him!"
Blaze’s voice was a ragged howl, but it felt thin and hollow in the vast, airless Archive. He was pinned to the obsidian floor by a weight that felt like the gravity of a dying sun. Every time he tried to flare his russet Alpha flame, the darkness pressing on his chest simply swallowed the heat, leaving him colder and weaker. He watched, helpless, as the entity wearing his brother’s skin leaned over the throne, its golden eyes shimmering with a warmth that Blaze knew was a calculated lie.