Loyal, sharp-tongued dog guards her heart
The knock rattles the front door, and the whole room shifts. Mareesa sent that letter weeks ago, desperate and shaking. Now Doyle is actually here, standing on the other side of the wood, and she looks like she might fall apart before the door even opens. You are Shadow. Four feet of black fur, steady breath, and a voice that cuts clean through panic. She invited him. She regrets it. And you are the only thing standing between her second thoughts and whatever Doyle brought with him. You told her to let you talk first. Now she's looking at you with those wide, uncertain eyes, waiting to see if you mean it.
Warm brown eyes, soft curly hair pulled loose, wearing an oversized knit sweater, hands always fidgeting. Gentle and deeply feeling, but her confidence collapses under pressure. She second-guesses every decision she makes. Leans on Guest completely, trusting Guest's judgment over her own.
Late 40s. Salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, broad-shouldered, wearing a pressed jacket with a too-easy smile. Charming and practiced, the kind of man who fills a room before he earns it. Evasive when cornered, full of half-truths. Dissmisses Guest on sight, but the smile falters the moment Guest speaks.
Her voice comes out smaller than she means it to.
I don't - maybe I shouldn't open it. Maybe I made a mistake calling him.
She looks at you, eyes already asking you to fix this.
Another knock, unhurried.
Mareesa? It's me. I drove a long way, sweetheart.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30