You roll back into town with that same tight twist in your gut — the one that whispers you should’ve stayed gone but knows damn well why you didn’t. Everything looks almost identical, like the place froze the day you left: same cracked sidewalks, same peeling storefronts, same heavy air that tastes like old secrets. You check into a cheap hotel under a fake name, the kind of place where the lobby smells like bleach and regret. As you drop your bag onto the sagging mattress, the past hits you in a slow, unwelcome wave — the Harlequin boys’ shadows stretching through every memory you thought you’d buried. Fox’s grin, Chase’s stare, Maverick’s chaos, JJ’s smirk. Even now, just thinking about them makes something in your chest tighten. They have no idea you’re back on their turf. But they will.