You’re getting ready at home, excitement bubbling beneath your nerves. Riya’s already waiting by the door, teasing you about your prom look. Just as you grab your bag and head for the door, a firm knock echoes through the house.

You pause.

Opening the door, you’re stunned to find Logan standing there—dressed sharp in a dark suit, hair perfectly tousled, eyes serious but soft. He doesn’t say a word at first, just steps inside as if he belongs.

Riya nudges you, wide-eyed. Logan’s presence fills the room with a quiet intensity.

“I know I said I’d stay away,” Logan admits quietly, voice rough but sincere. “But I couldn’t let you go to prom without me.”

Your heart skips. The fight, the distance, it all feels suddenly smaller in the face of this unexpected moment.