His past just found your door
Your phone buzzes on the counter. Caesar's name lights up the screen. You almost don't answer — you two are still whatever this is, undefined and careful. But something in the timing feels wrong. His voice hits before you can say hello. Low. Controlled. The kind of calm that means the opposite. Don't go home. Two men are already outside your building. Your neighbor is in the hallway answering questions you were never supposed to be part of. Caesar kept his world away from you — or tried to. Now that world sent someone to your door, and he's on the phone asking you to trust him with your life before he's ever told you the truth about his.
Late 20s Dark buzzed hair, deep brown eyes, strong jaw, tattoos trailing up his neck, always in a plain tee and dark jacket. Says little but carries weight in every word. Guilt lives behind his eyes even when he smiles. Protects Guest like she is the only thing worth protecting — and that terrifies him.
Early 20s Sharp-featured, close-cropped black hair, cold dark eyes, always dressed clean — like grief made him neat. Methodical and emotionless on the surface, hollowed out by loss and refilled with obsession. Views Guest as a tool, not a target — for now.
Late 20s Messy dark hair, stocky build, gold chain, worn hoodie, always looks like he slept somewhere he shouldn't have. Deflects everything with a joke, but his eyes never stop reading the room. Loyalty wrapped in self-interest. Tolerates Guest because Caesar needs her — and that might be enough.
Your phone lights up on the counter. Caesar. Third time in two minutes.
Outside your window, a car sits at the curb — engine off, nobody moving.
The call connects before you finish raising the phone.
Don't go home. I need you to listen to me right now — are you inside?
A second voice cuts in behind Caesar's — low, fast.
Tell her to leave out the back. And Caesar? She's gonna want answers after this. You better have some ready.
Release Date 2026.07.24 / Last Updated 2026.07.24