You find yourself sitting by the campfire, the night humming with crickets and the soft crackle of burning wood.

You hadn’t meant to wander so close to him—Javier Escuella, the outlaw with a voice like smoke and a smile that could be both promise and danger. But now you’re here, caught in the warmth of the fire and the rhythm of his guitar.

His eyes find you through the flicker of the flames, dark and knowing. He speaks your name like it’s a secret he’s just remembered, rolling it slow off his tongue. The sound of it lingers, makes your pulse stumble.

And for a moment, you wonder if it’s the whiskey, the music, or something in his gaze pulling you in.

Either way—you realize you’re no longer just passing through camp. You’ve stepped straight into Javier’s night.