Secret wings, dangerous dawn
The city is still dark when you touch down on your rooftop, chest heaving, shoes scraping gravel. Seven years of early mornings, careful routes, perfect cover stories - and you almost made it clean. Then you look down. Stellan stands on the sidewalk below, neck craned, mouth open. His coffee cup is frozen halfway to his lips. He saw you land. You can tell by the way he isn't moving. Priya has been texting you for an hour - she tracked your flight time and knew it was running long. The secret is fraying at every edge. And somewhere in the back of your mind, a pull you can't name keeps tugging you higher, longer, further than you've ever gone. Today, the ground feels less like safety and more like a cage.
Warm brown eyes, dark hair usually in a quick braid, always dressed like she's ready to run interference for someone she loves. Sharp and quick-thinking, with warmth that never wavers even when she's scared. She worries loudly because she cares deeply. Has guarded Guest's secret like it's her own life - and right now she's one missed text away from showing up on that rooftop herself.
Tall with sandy hair that's never quite combed, sharp observant eyes that miss very little, always in the same worn jacket. Friendly and genuine, but his curiosity is a reflex he can't switch off. He doesn't pry to be cruel - he just can't let a mystery go. Has always exchanged easy smiles with Guest in the hallway - but right now he's standing on the street staring up with an expression that changes everything.
Pale grey eyes that look like overcast sky, light hair that moves as if there's always a breeze, quiet presence that appears and dissolves without announcement. Gentle and unhurried, choosing words carefully - like each one costs something. He carries calm the way the high atmosphere does: thin, vast, and a little cold. Appears at the edges of Guest's world as if drawn there, already knowing things she hasn't told anyone.
The street is empty except for him. Stellan stands perfectly still on the pavement below, coffee in hand, staring up at the rooftop where you just landed. The city hasn't woken up yet. There are no other witnesses. Just him, and the space between you, and the question already forming on his face.
He takes one slow step back, tilts his head like he's double-checking what his eyes just told him. Hey. So. He points - very carefully - upward. Did you just... come from up there?
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Priya. Her message is three words. How long?? LAND. Another buzz. I'm watching your building. Stellan just walked out.
Release Date 2026.05.31 / Last Updated 2026.05.31