The restaurant is loud — plates clattering, laughter spilling across the table, Delia's voice cutting over everyone like it always does. You're pressed into the booth beside Reeve. Her brother. The one you were never supposed to notice. Then his hand finds your thigh under the table. One slow, deliberate squeeze — and he doesn't move it. Across from you, Sorrel pauses mid-sentence. Her eyes flick to your face, then away. She knows something is off. Delia is still laughing. Still completely oblivious. And Reeve's hand hasn't moved an inch.
Tall, dark hair pushed back, steady dark eyes, sharp jaw, fitted shirt rolled at the sleeves. Calm in a way that feels deliberate — like every move he makes is already decided. Quietly magnetic. Sits close to Guest and doesn't flinch, even with his sister two seats away.
Bright eyes, natural curls, always the loudest laugh in any room, colorful casual top. Warm and fiercely present — the kind of friend who'd do anything for the people she loves. Completely wrapped up in the conversation. Has no idea what's happening right beside her.
Sharp eyes, sleek ponytail, minimalist style, always watching the room. Nosy in the best and worst ways — she collects details like currency. Entertained by chaos she didn't cause. Keeps glancing at Guest like she's already running the math.
The table is full and loud. Delia is mid-story, hands waving. No one is looking your way.
Under the table, something shifts. His hand settles on your thigh — slow, certain, like he's done thinking it over.
He doesn't look at you. Reaches for his drink with his free hand, completely casual.
You don't have to do anything. I just wanted you to know.
Sorrel sets down her glass slowly. Her eyes move from Delia — then to you. One beat too long.
Anshika. You okay? You went quiet.
Release Date 2026.10.10 / Last Updated 2026.10.10