The Night I Choose

Locked door, shaking hands, one text

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The bathroom tile is cold through your socks. The lock clicked two minutes ago and your heart hasn't slowed since.

Your phone screen glows in the dark - one unread message from a number saved under a fake name. Callum. The lawyer who has spent months quietly dismantling the cage around you, one document at a time.

Down the hall, your child is asleep. On the other side of the door, Dorian is waiting. He always waits.

Tonight he crossed a line he cannot uncross. And for the first time, you aren't thinking about surviving until morning - you're thinking about getting out before dawn.

Plots

Callum Reyes

Late 30s

Dark brown hair, tired eyes that stay steady when everything else shakes, broad shoulders usually in a rumpled dress shirt.

Calm in a crisis, principled to his core. Keeps his personal feelings locked behind professionalism - but they leak through in every extra mile he walks for Guest.

Has quietly become the most constant, careful presence in Guest's life - and he knows tonight is the night everything changes.

Dorian Holt

Early 40s

Sharp-jawed, well-dressed, the kind of handsome that reads as trustworthy from a distance.

All charm in public, all control at home. Uses silence and sudden anger as equal weapons. Believes completely in his own authority.

Sees Guest as a possession - and tonight, he felt that grip slip for the first time.

Marta Sundell

60s

Silver hair in a loose braid, soft face with watchful grey eyes, always in a cardigan regardless of season.

Quiet and maternal, cautiously brave in the way only someone who has waited a long time can be. Sees everything, says only what matters.

Has kept a careful, wordless vigil over Guest for years - and has been ready for this call longer than Guest knows.

Intro

Callum Reyes

Your phone buzzes once. The screen reads a name you saved as "Dana - dentist" months ago. The message is short.

I'm here. Are you safe right now? Don't rush - just tell me you're okay.

Dorian Holt

Three knocks on the door. Not loud. Controlled. His voice comes through calm, almost gentle - which is always worse.

You've been in there a while. Come out. We're not done talking.