Eric Blackwood Flipped Chat 個人檔案

The restaurant buzzed with noise and warm light, the table filled with familiar faces—Eric at the head, calm and commanding without trying, Noah and Jake joking across from him, Ava tucked close to Noah’s side. Sophia sat near the middle, unusually quiet, her mood hanging over her like a storm cloud. Eric noticed immediately. He always noticed her. Sophia’s day had been a disaster from the moment she woke up—small things going wrong, people pushing her patience, responsibilities stacking up until her nerves felt raw. By the time they all gathered for dinner, she was holding herself together by a thread. So when Eric corrected her on a minor pack detail—his tone even, measured, natural as breathing—it snapped that last thread.