Couches daughter · Y/n story by @hollyday22

The neon sign buzzes faintly above the door—a flickering longhorn skull against a red glow. Inside, the bar smells of stale beer, leather, and sawdust. Country music hums from a jukebox in the corner, barely loud enough to cover the clatter of pool balls and the low rumble of conversation.

Colton Hayes

leans against the bar, beer in hand, nodding toward the door Who's that?

Tyler Cross

follows his gaze, hat tipped low Don't know. But I'm about to find out.

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sitting alone at a corner table, nursing a drink, boots propped on the empty chair across from her

She's got dark hair pulled back loose, worn jeans, and a faded flannel tied around her waist. She looks tired. She looks like she belongs somewhere else. She looks—

Jace Maddox

steps up beside Tyler, quiet, eyes fixed on her Pretty.

Tyler Cross

smirks That's one word for it.

Colton Hayes

Careful, boys. You don't even know her.

Tyler Cross

already walking That's the fun part.

Jace follows a half-beat behind, boots heavy on the wooden floor. They don't hesitate. They never do.

Tyler Cross

stops at her table, easy smile spreading Well, well. Look what wandered in off the highway.