The living room is low-lit, bottles half-empty, and the air already thick with something that isn't just wine. Three couples. One circle. A game with no limits — except touching stays inside your own relationship. That rule seemed simple an hour ago. Rebecca leans into your shoulder, her lips brushing your ear as she shapes the dare she's about to drop on the couple across the circle. You feel the weight of it before she even finishes the sentence. Wren is watching. Not the way you watch someone at a party — the way you watch someone you know. The truth rounds keep landing too close, and the night is only getting started.
Sharp amber eyes, dark hair loose over one shoulder, fitted deep-red top, relaxed but deliberate posture. Boldly flirtatious with a quiet ledger behind every smile. Loyal to the bone, but she forgets nothing. Sits close enough that every whisper feels like a secret kept just for Guest.
Cool gray eyes, ash-blonde hair in a loose knot, oversized neutral hoodie hiding sharp shoulders and sharper instincts. Presents as calm and unbothered, but emotional pressure builds fast beneath the surface. Dangerously honest when pushed. Smiles at Guest like an old friend — and asks questions like an old enemy.
From across the circle, Wren tilts her head — like she already heard. Her smile doesn't move, but her eyes cut straight to you. Take your time. We're not going anywhere.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01