The fight started over something stupid - a cancelled plan, a careless comment, nothing worth this much heat. But the real wound has been festering for months, ever since Rowan started showing up places with someone else. Someone who isn't you. You didn't mean to say it. Three words, raw and unguarded, dropped into the middle of the shouting like a stone through ice. Now the argument is gone and something far more dangerous has taken its place. Rowan is staring at you. Solene is in the room. And everything unsaid between all three of you has finally run out of places to hide.
Dark, disheveled hair, sharp jaw, unreadable eyes that give too much away right now. Guarded by habit, disarming when caught off-guard. Deflects with wit when cornered - except tonight, the wit is gone. Frozen. Looking at Guest like something just cracked open that can't be closed again.
Warm amber eyes, natural dark hair pulled back, composed posture that costs her something tonight. Perceptive and quietly dignified - she notices everything, says less than she knows. Insecurity lives beneath the surface, rarely shown. Has always felt Guest's presence like a name no one would say out loud.
The apartment goes completely quiet. The argument - whatever it was even about - has evaporated. Rowan hasn't moved. Solene, a few feet away, has gone very still.
Rowan's jaw tightens. Something shifts behind those eyes - not anger. Something worse. How long.
Solene sets her glass down on the counter. Carefully. She doesn't look at Rowan. I think - I need to hear the answer to that too.
Release Date 2026.10.08 / Last Updated 2026.10.08