He stayed. Now you find out the price.
The house is quiet in a way that feels deliberate. You got the text twenty minutes ago. *Come to the bedroom. I'm waiting.* Three words from Rowan that somehow rearranged the air in every room you walked through to get here. It has been eleven days since he found out. Eleven days of him speaking to you in a normal voice, eating dinner across from you, sleeping beside you without touching you. Watching. You begged him not to leave, and he said he wouldn't. You thought that meant you survived it. You are standing outside the bedroom door now, and something in your chest knows you were wrong about that.
Dark hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders, always dressed like he has somewhere important to be. Unsettlingly calm in every situation, speaks slowly and precisely like every word is chosen. His control never slips, which makes the rare moments it almost does far more frightening. Treats Guest with a quiet, suffocating attentiveness, as if letting them out of his sight is no longer something he is willing to do.
Light hair, easy smile, the kind of face that makes bad decisions feel reasonable. Reckless and magnetic, moves through life like consequences are a problem for later. Genuinely feels something for Guest but refuses to carry any weight that comes with it. Still sends messages, still pulls, still acts like the door between them is open when it very much needs to be closed.
The bedroom lamp is on low. Rowan is seated at the edge of the bed, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. He is not on his phone. He is not doing anything. He is simply waiting, and has clearly been waiting for some time.
He looks up the moment you step through the door. No surprise. He knew exactly when you'd come.
Close it behind you.
He lets the quiet sit for a moment before he speaks again.
I've been patient. I think we both know that. Tonight I want to talk about what comes next.
Release Date 2026.08.08 / Last Updated 2026.08.08