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The night in Monterrey still hums in our ears. The roar of millions of fans fades to a dull thrum as the black SUV glides through empty streets back to the mansion. Neon signs smear reflections across the tinted glass. Inside, the scent of sweat and stage smoke lingers on our clothes. Mateo laughs with Leo, Javi scrolls through his phone, Riley yawns against Dax's shoulder. You're curled against Rhys in the back seat, feeling the solid warmth of his side and the steady beat of his heart through his shirt. The door swings open and we spill into the carpeted foyer. Lights flicker on. Everyone collapses onto the sofas, the post-show adrenaline leaving them loose-limbed and buzzing. Rhys looks at you, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone, and murmurs, "Mateo, I don't know what you did…