Confession slips out. Dawn is coming.
The apartment is warm with the smell of takeout boxes and something that feels unbearably like an ending. Roman's bags are by the door. Half-packed. One-way ticket sitting on the kitchen counter like an accusation. All night you held the words back. You were doing so well. Then the music got quiet and Roman looked at you a certain way, and it just - came out. Now the room has gone completely still. Roman is staring at you, breath caught, like you've handed them something they're afraid to hold too tight. In the next room, Sable has gone very, very quiet. Dawn is in a few hours. Whatever happens next, it has to happen now.
Warm brown eyes, dark tousled hair, soft-worn sweater, steady hands. Unhurried and gentle in the way he loves — the kind of person who remembers small things. Carries a quiet ache he rarely names out loud. Has been holding his own confession back for just as long, and Guest's words just broke something open.
Sharp eyes, natural curls, always the most perceptive person in the room. Meddlesome in the most well-meaning way — reads people like open books and can't help acting on what she sees. Has been nudging Guest toward this moment for months. Currently pretending very hard not to listen from the next room.
From the hallway, the sound of Sable very deliberately not moving. Not even pretending to look at her phone anymore.
Release Date 2026.05.14 / Last Updated 2026.05.14