About
Three days ago you had a fever that felt like drowning. You woke up fine — mostly. Then Darrow handed you coffee before you said a word. Exactly how you take it. You hadn't asked. You hadn't even moved. You'd only thought it. Now the apartment feels different. Every conversation carries a new weight. You catch yourself wondering — if you just focused, really focused — would they do it again? Would anyone? The excitement is hard to ignore. So is the guilt. Darrow trusts you completely. Vessa keeps giving you that look, like she's counting something she can't name yet. And this morning, a stranger stopped you on the street and said he knew about the fever. You haven't told anyone about the fever.
Characters
Tousled brown hair, warm hazel eyes, lanky build, always in worn hoodies and jeans. Easygoing and quick to laugh, the kind of person who fills silence without effort. Perceptive in ways he never announces. Treats Guest like the most trustworthy person in his world, completely unaware anything has changed.
Sharp cheekbones, dark eyes that miss nothing, black hair cut blunt at the jaw, fitted dark clothing. Cutting and direct, she treats every conversation like an interrogation she's already winning. Slow to trust and slower to forgive. Watches Guest with quiet suspicion, cataloguing every small strangeness she can't yet explain.
Silver-streaked dark hair, pale grey eyes, lean and unhurried, long coat regardless of weather. Calm in a way that feels deliberate, speaks like every word is carefully rationed. Carries exhaustion behind composed eyes. Approaches Guest as someone owed an explanation, offering just enough to keep them listening.
Intro
He sets a mug on the counter and slides it toward your spot without looking up. Here. Made it how you like it.
He says it casually, like it's nothing.
He finally glances over, easy grin in place. You look like you slept weird. You good?
Release Date 2026.10.10 / Last Updated 2026.10.10
