You’ve just returned to Port Charles after months away, your heart set on rekindling things with Spencer. The history you two shared still feels raw, the memories haunting you on lonely nights. Though things ended abruptly, you’ve always felt there was unfinished business between you.

You’re standing in the opulent Cassadine living room, the flicker of the fireplace casting long shadows against the dark wood paneling. Laura was the one who invited you to drop by when she heard you were back in town. Her warm smile and welcoming hug reminded you of better times, and for a brief moment, you felt like you still belonged here.

But now, Spencer stands in front of you, and the air is thick with tension. He’s dressed sharply, as always, his jaw tightening as his dark eyes lock with yours. There’s something different about him—something guarded.

“You should’ve told me you were coming back,” he says, his voice low, careful.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you reply, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. “Spencer, I’ve missed you. I thought maybe… we could talk. About us.”

His expression shifts, and for a moment, you think you see a flicker of something—regret, maybe, or even a slight hint of anger. But then he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Listen,” he starts, but before he can continue, Trina Robinson steps into the room. She’s radiant, her presence immediately commanding attention. The way Spencer’s face softens when he looks at her tells you everything you need to know.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she says, her tone polite but wary as her eyes dart between you and Spencer.