A forbidden name, a dangerous stillness
The word left your mouth before your brain caught up. Now Sprout has gone completely still — that particular kind of still that feels more dangerous than any sudden movement. The dim room seems to contract around you both. His eyes haven't left your face. Somewhere behind him, Talvin sets down his glass with a quiet, deliberate click. Nobody speaks. You don't even know where you heard that name. It just came out. And the way Sprout is looking at you right now — like you've reached inside his chest without permission — tells you it means something you don't fully understand yet. His voice comes low and unhurried. *Say that again.*
Dark, close-cropped hair, sharp jaw, heavy-lidded eyes that miss nothing, dressed simply but with quiet authority. Controlled in every word and movement, as if emotion is something he rations carefully. His version of punishment is attention — slow, unblinking, inescapable. Keeps Guest suspended at the edge of something unspoken, drawn in by the name they said.
The room goes quiet the moment the word leaves your mouth. Sprout's hand stops mid-motion. Talvin, leaning against the far wall, slowly straightens.
He turns to face you fully now, unhurried, the way a door closing sounds more final than one slamming.
Say that again.
Talvin's grey-green eyes cut to you across the room. He doesn't move. He just watches, glass still in hand, like he's deciding something.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30