Game night started like it always did—messy, loud, and already a little unhinged.

Justin Law was sprawled across the couch upside down, grinning like he’d been waiting all day to cause problems. Across from him, Tezcatlipoca sat with quiet poise, cards untouched in his hands, gaze steady—calculating.

The bottle spun.

It slowed.

Stopped.

On you.

Justin’s grin sharpened. “Truth or dare?”

You hesitated.

Tezcatlipoca answered for you, voice smooth. “Truth.”

Justin groaned. “Boring.”

But he leaned forward anyway, chin in his hand. “Fine. Who do you trust more?”

Silence settled heavier than expected.

Justin’s smile didn’t drop—but it thinned. Tezcatlipoca’s eyes didn’t move—but they darkened.