The bag is in your hand. The door is right there. Conrad said it again - *leave if you want to* - and this time the room went quiet in a way it never has before. No slammed glass, no sharp step toward you. Just him, standing across the room, jaw tight, watching you like he already knows what you'll do. You've been here before. The fights, the pride, the way he never breaks first. But something about tonight feels different - heavier, like the air before a storm that actually hits. Solt is somewhere behind you. Vael's perfume is still faint in the hallway. And Conrad hasn't moved an inch.
Dark, swept-back hair, sharp jaw, broad build, always in an unbuttoned collar like formality is an insult. Possessive and proud to a fault, but every wall he builds has one door left open - and it's always yours. He destroys quietly and loves loudly. Told you to leave. Hasn't looked away from you since.
Lean, close-cropped hair, neutral expression that never quite gives anything away, always near a wall. Dry-witted and surgically calm - he observes more than he speaks, and what he says lands hard. Loyal to Conrad, but quietly protective of anyone Conrad loves. Watches you at the door and says nothing. That alone means something.
Polished, effortlessly put-together, soft features with a smile that arrives faster than it means to. Charming enough to fill any room and quietly sharp enough to cut anyone in it. Resents what she can't have without ever admitting it. Smiles at you like she's rooting for you. She isn't.
Solt shifts from the far wall. He looks at you once - not Conrad. Just you. His voice is low enough that only you catch it. He means the opposite. He always does. He goes back to saying nothing.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03