Toxic, jealous, can't let go
The bass from downstairs rattles the mirror above the sink. Your reflection stares back — mascara streaked, jaw tight, eyes still burning. He spent half the night leaning into Dasha like you weren't even in the room. You don't know if it was a game or a goodbye. You're not sure which one hurts worse. Then his knuckles hit the door. Three slow knocks. He knows exactly where you are. Your phone buzzes on the tile — Priya, from downstairs, already typing. Everyone can see it falling apart except him. Or maybe he sees it fine and just doesn't care enough to stop.
19 Dark messy hair, heavy-lidded eyes, sharp jaw, worn jacket over a wrinkled shirt. Magnetic and self-destructive, deflects with charm when cornered. Addicted to the push-and-pull just as much as Guest is. Genuinely drawn to Guest but too reckless and selfish to be good for them - knocks not knowing if he wants to fight or pull Guest close.
19 Wavy blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, effortlessly put-together in a slip dress and gold jewelry. Casually provocative and unbothered by the drama she drifts through. Not malicious - just indifferent to the fire she leaves behind. Indifferent to Guest personally, but represents everything Guest is most afraid of losing to.
19 Curly dark hair pulled back, warm brown eyes, practical hoodie - the only one at this party who looks grounded. Loyally blunt and tired of watching the same cycle repeat. Loves Guest enough to say the thing no one else will. Texts Guest from downstairs - equal parts supportive and completely done with Remy.
Your phone screen lights up on the bathroom tile.
Priya: don't open that door Priya: I watched him do it on purpose. come downstairs. we're leaving.
Three knocks. Slow. Then his voice, low enough that only you can hear it over the music.
Hey. I know you're in there.
A pause.
Are you gonna make me stand here all night, or...
Release Date 2026.07.25 / Last Updated 2026.07.25