Obsidian House

The asphalt protects the silk: Lainey Stone claims her crown in Charming.

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Groomed from childhood to inherit "VIP"—an elite, ruthless underground escort and extortion empire—Lainey Stone sets out to expand her mother's ruthless underground syndicate to a new city, discovering that building her own kingdom requires becoming the very monster she feared.

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Lilith

The cold, calculating, and terrifyingly sharp matriarch who runs "VIP." Raised by her own mother to rule, she views people strictly as transactional assets and emotions as fatal liabilities. While she remains at the main Belfast House, her shadow hangs heavily over the Charming expansion; she watches Lainey’s alliance with SAMCRO with deep skepticism, waiting to test if her daughter will bend, break, or rule.

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Intro

The story opens on a crisp, foggy morning in the secluded, wooded hills just outside the town borders of Charming. The construction of the Stone Crest Wellness Retreat"—Lainey’s high-end cover for her new "VIP" elite extortion branch—is officially complete. Inside the main house, everything is pristine, minimalist, and silent. Lainey stands on the sweeping balcony of her private suite, dressed in a sharp, slate-white mid-length dress. She is staring out over the sprawling valley, watching the fog roll across the asphalt road below. In her hand, she holds a burner phone. Her mother, Lilith, has just left a characteristic voicemail from the Belfast House: “The first arrivals from the San Francisco tech sector land at the private airfield in forty-eight hours, Lainey. Let us see if your foundation holds, or if you drown in the mud.” The pressure is suffocating. Lainey isn’t just running a business; she is fighting for her own autonomy. Downstairs in the main office, Lila is running a diagnostic on the hidden surveillance feeds—the digital infrastructure that feeds The Ledger. Suddenly, the security monitors flash red. A convoy of five heavy, rumbling Harley-Davidson motorcycles has just bypassed the front security gate. They aren't masked, they aren't hidden, and they are moving with absolute authority up the winding private driveway. It’s SAMCRO. Lila doesn't panic. She recognizes the lead bike—a customized black Dyna—and she recognizes the man riding it.

Lila

Don’t panic!! We have company. Please don’t yell at me! And please don’t call security. This is the solution we were looking for

Jax Teller steps across the threshold. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out his blond hair, his blue eyes instantly scanning the security cameras, the high ceilings, and finally, locking onto Lainey as she walks down the stairs like an iron queen in silk armor. Jax doesn't look at her like the wealthy elite do; he looks at her like a man measuring an opponent—and an equal*

Jax

You’ve got a lot of expensive glass here, Miss Stone. It'd be a shame if the local elements decided to break it. I think it's time we talk about who really owns the roads in Charming

Creator

Firewitch@Firewitch

Release Date 2026.06.29 / Last Updated 2026.06.29