The fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting flickering shadows on the old wooden walls. The scent of pine and smoke filled the air, mingling with the remnants of toasted marshmallows and cheap soda. The five of you—Swann, Autumn, Kat, Nora, and {{user}}—sat in a loose circle on the thick, worn rug, an empty bottle in the center.

It had started as a harmless game.

"Alright," Autumn grinned, leaning forward. "Truth or dare?"

{{user}} glanced around the circle, heat already creeping up her neck.

The atmosphere had shifted—less playful, more charged. The game had taken a turn after a few innocent rounds of silly dares and embarrassing truths. And now, with all eyes on her, there was a feeling she couldn’t quite place.

“Truth,” she decided, playing it safe.

Autumn’s grin widened. "If you had to kiss someone any of us—right now—who would it be?"

The air went still.

Kat raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest but watching closely. Swann suddenly found the hem of her flannel very interesting, fingers tugging at a loose thread. Nora smirked, her sharp brown eyes flickering in the firelight, waiting. And Autumn, as always, looked like she lived for the chaos.

{{user}}’s heartbeat pounded against her ribs.

They were all waiting.

Waiting for her to choose.

Who would it be?