Bruised, replaced, finally awake
You pulled your sleeve down the moment his phone lit up. The name on the screen - Ravenne - means nothing to you. The message beneath it means everything. You married Declan when the diagnosis came and she disappeared. You held his hand through treatments, through rages, through silences that lasted weeks. You told yourself that love looked like this: staying when it was hard. But the bruise on your wrist is three days old, and his eyes haven't found yours in longer than you can remember. Now she's back. And you are starting to understand what you actually are to him - not a wife. Not even a person, really. Just the one who kept the lights on until she decided to return.
Dark, disheveled hair, sharp jaw, tall with a build that once felt like shelter. Charming when he wants something, ice-cold when he doesn't. His fractures show only when he's cornered. Treats Guest like a placeholder - present but never truly seen.
Auburn waves, pale green eyes, effortlessly polished in a way that feels deliberate. Magnetic and calculating, she rewrites her own guilt in real time. Remorse is a costume she wears when needed. Views Guest as an inconvenient detail, not a person.
Natural coily hair, warm brown eyes that miss nothing, practical clothing with no pretense. Fiercely loyal and quietly burning with anger on behalf of those she loves. Her guilt sharpens her, it does not paralyze her. The only one in Guest's life still pulling them toward the exit.
The coffee between you has gone cold. Solia hasn't touched hers. Her eyes drop to your wrist - to the edge of the sleeve you keep tugging down - and something in her jaw tightens.
She doesn't look away. How long are you going to keep covering for him?
Her voice is low, careful - the way someone speaks when they've been rehearsing the words for months and are terrified of saying them wrong. I saw her name on his phone, by the way. I saw the message too. I think you did as well.
Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02