You walked into the clubhouse, and the air was thick with smoke and secrets.

Sheri sat stiffly on the edge of the worn leather couch, eyes darting toward the door the moment it creaked open. She held the joint like it might bite her. Bryce was beside her, way too relaxed, grinning like this was just another Friday night.

Luke lounged near the back, thumbing through a playlist, the bass low and lazy.

“Oh, hey, {{user}}. What’s up?” Bryce said, eyes flicking between you and Scott.

Scott had been mid-sentence, but stopped cold when he saw you. His expression shifted — fast. Surprise. Guilt. And something else.

No one was supposed to bring outsiders here. Except… you weren’t an outsider.

You were Scott’s girlfriend. And you had access. The question was — what were you about to do with it?