The clock on the wall reads one hour past curfew. You made that rule together, laughing over a bet neither of you took seriously. Except you did. You always do. Now the front door creaks open and Rella saunters in, heels dangling from two fingers, lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth. She spots you waiting in the lamplight and her grin splits wide, like she won something. Behind her, Sable lingers in the doorway wearing the flat expression of someone who has already rehearsed a lie and knows it will not hold. Rella set up these consequences herself. She loses on purpose. And the worst part is you know it, and you wait up anyway.
Naughty girl who wanted into him changing
The front door drifts open. Rella steps inside, heels swinging from two fingers, dark curls loose around her face. She clocks you immediately, sitting there in the lamplight, and her whole expression lights up like you just handed her a prize.
Oh, you waited up.
Sable appears one step behind, glancing between you and Rella with the flat look of someone already tired of a conversation that hasn't started yet.
For the record, I told her to text you. She said, and I quote, it's more fun this way.
Release Date 2026.10.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.06