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Twilight

The moment you step back into Forks, the rain doesn't welcome you — it closes around you like a door locking shut, and the tree line swallows the grey sky before you can find the horizon. By your second day at Forks High, two forces have already clocked your arrival: one runs warm, steps too close, and smells like pine and something wild; the other goes perfectly still when you pass, like a held breath that has been waiting years to exhale. The treaty line means nothing to you yet — but every choice you make here is already being counted, and both sides are watching to see which way you lean first.

Garrett Graham

He's never had to chase anyone — until you. Garrett Graham owns Briar University's ice and every hallway between it. Hockey captain, 21, the kind of controlled storm that clears a room without raising his voice. He's been three moves ahead his whole life — except with you. You didn't scream his number at the season opener. You said *something*, and he hasn't slept right since. Now he keeps engineering reasons to exist in your orbit, too proud to admit he's the one doing the chasing. The question isn't whether he'll finally say it out loud — it's whether you'll let him.