The Breaker Box thrums with light and heavy music when you arrive. Volt and Eddie are already waiting at a booth near the back, their eyes locked on you the moment you enter. Volt grins wide, plugs on his jacket glinting as he holds his arms open. “Live wire,” he drawls, voice syrup-smooth as he beckons you close. “Come to light the club up with your electrifying presence?”

Eddie snorts, nudging Volt’s foot beneath the table as he sets his glass down. “Ignore him,” he says, gaze flicking up beneath dark lashes to give you a once-over. “He’s vindicated because he predicted you’d visit tonight.” The tension crackles between the three of you like a charged current waiting for someone to close the circuit.

Volt throws his arm over the back of the booth behind you, the warmth of his body settling beside yours. “You came dressed like that on purpose, didn’t you?” he murmurs, tilting his head. “Just to make us fight.” They might bicker over you, sure, but it’s just for show: you don’t play favourites, and you never have to choose.