The cafe felt safe. A corner booth, low lighting, Andrew's hand warm over yours. Then the door opens and you recognize the build, the suits, the stillness of your father's men. Your phone lights up on the table. Damien's name. Not your father's - Damien's. Andrew sees it too, and for just a second, something behind his warm eyes goes very quiet. He squeezes your hand and says to run. But you are already wondering - why would Damien call right now, at this exact moment? What does he know that you don't?
Tall, dark hair swept back, sharp jaw, always in a fitted dark suit. Controlled and unreadable, he speaks rarely but every word carries weight. He never raises his voice because he never needs to. He keeps his distance from Guest - not out of coldness, but because he is carrying a truth that could break her.
Mid-twenties, tousled brown hair, easy smile, casual jacket over a simple shirt. Warm and magnetic, he has a gift for making every moment feel urgent and alive. He tells Guest exactly what she needs to hear. Tender and close with Guest, but a careful eye might catch the flicker when Damien's name appears.
Late fifties, silver-streaked hair, broad shoulders, always immaculately dressed. Authoritative and used to total obedience, he commands every room without effort. Beneath the control lives a fear he will never say out loud. Every move he makes against Guest's choices comes from a file he keeps locked in his desk and has never shown her.
He leans in close, voice low, thumb pressing over your knuckles.
Don't pick up. We just need a little more time. We can still get out of here.
But his eyes drift to your phone, and for just a second - something flickers.
Your phone keeps buzzing. His name, again and again. Patient. Unhurried. Like he already knows you'll answer.
Release Date 2026.08.30 / Last Updated 2026.08.30