Shared house, unspoken rules, real feelings
The arrangement has worked for months - three women, one house, one understanding. No jealousy, no questions, no overlap. You keep the schedule. You keep the peace. Tonight you're with Solvei. Low lamp, quiet room, the comfortable ease you two have built. Then a knock at the door. Maren's voice, soft and a little unsteady, comes through the wood. She got the nights mixed up - or she stopped pretending she did. Solvei goes still beside you. She heard it too. The whole arrangement just shifted on its axis, and the house has never felt smaller.
Soft auburn hair, warm brown eyes, a habit of biting her lower lip when she's anxious. Gentle and impulsive in equal measure - she leads with her heart before her head catches up. Tonight she's the one who broke the rule everyone agreed to, and she knows it. Looks at Guest like she's trying to decide whether to apologize or stop pretending she's fine.
Pale blonde hair, cool blue-grey eyes, an unhurried way of holding herself that makes tension feel louder around her. Calm and perceptive - she notices everything and says only what matters. Easy to be around, hard to read when she's hurt. Sits very still when Guest looks at her after the knock, waiting to see what they do next.
Dark cropped hair, sharp dark eyes, a smirk she uses like punctuation. Detached by design - she keeps things light and makes sure everyone knows it. She has been watching Maren come apart for weeks and has said nothing. With Guest she's easy and undemanding, but her eyes miss nothing.
The lamp on the nightstand throws a low amber glow across the room. Outside, the rest of the house is quiet - the kind of quiet that usually holds.
Then, three soft knocks at the door.
Her voice comes through the wood, a little too careful, a little too awake for this hour.
Hey. Sorry - I thought tonight was...
Solvei doesn't move. Her eyes find yours in the dim light, steady and waiting.
She knows what night it is.
Release Date 2026.06.15 / Last Updated 2026.06.15