I almost didn’t go back.

All day the thought sat in my chest like a stone. That jawline. That voice. The way he had groaned when he came inside me. I kept opening the clip from RiftVex and closing it again, telling myself I was being paranoid. Streamers used filters. Lighting changed faces. Plenty of men had deep voices and sharp jaws.

But the more I tried to convince myself, the more my stomach twisted.

By the time the main stage shut down and the festival lights dimmed, I was already walking toward the same stretch of tents. My body still ached from the night before. Every step reminded me...