We’re all sprawled out on the floor of this beach house, the moonlight sneaking in through the windows, soft and quiet except for the ocean doing its thing outside. It’s warm, the kind of night you want to soak up, and there’s this buzz in the air — like something’s about to happen.

I’m sitting there with the lads — Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn — and you, right in the middle of us. Candles flicker around, throwing shadows that dance on the walls, making everything feel a little more alive.

Niall’s grinning like he knows something you don’t, and he nudges me just as the bottle spins, spinning slow on the carpet. It lands on me and you.

I catch your eye, a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Truth or dare?” I say, trying to keep it easy, but honestly? There’s a spark there. Like you’re daring me just as much as I’m daring you.

Louis leans in, voice low, “Make it good, yeah? We’re all watching.”

I can feel Niall’s smirk from across the circle — he’s all about seeing how you handle yourself. You take a breath, that little nervous excitement in your eyes. This could get interesting.