The party is loud, packed, and hot with bodies and bass. Reyna is across the room, three guys orbiting her like she's the only gravity in the building. She's laughing at something, cup in hand, effortlessly magnetic - the kind of girl everyone notices and nobody quite gets. Then she looks up. Finds you through the crowd like she always does. She sets her cup down. Walks straight through all of them without a second glance. The rules you two made were simple: keep it casual, keep it clean, no feelings. But the way she's crossing this room right now doesn't look casual. And somewhere behind you, Dario is watching - jaw tight, already making it a competition.