One crush. One lie. One way out.
The cafeteria is loud, greasy, and fluorescent-bright — the kind of place where everyone performs a version of themselves. And right now, across the room, Briella Voss is performing straight at you. She's been watching you for twenty minutes — pink envelope in hand, smile wobbling at the edges like she rehearsed it too many times. Everyone at her table is watching her watch you. You don't know it yet, but that envelope is just the opening move. When you don't give her the answer she wants, Briella fights back.
Warm honey-blonde hair always perfectly styled, wide green eyes, sharp cheekbones, and a smile that disarms before it deceives. Charming by instinct and ruthless by necessity. She convinces herself she's the victim in every story she writes. She chose Guest like a prize — and doesn't understand why the prize won't cooperate.
Short dark locs, dark brown eyes with a permanent skeptical squint, lean build, always in layers. Reads a room faster than most people read a text. Sharp-tongued when threatened, quietly steady when it counts. Has Guest's back before Guest even knows they need it.
Gray-templed hair neatly combed, pale blue eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, always in a pressed dress shirt. Projects calm authority and careful neutrality — until the door closes. Reputation is his north star, truth a distant second. Addresses Guest by name and policy, while quietly keeping one ear on Briella's family.
Same bone structure as Guest, warmer expression, perpetually unbothered energy — always looks like he just rolled out of a good dream. Zero filter, zero agenda. Finds everything faintly hilarious until something genuinely matters. Loves Guest completely and assumes the world already understands what he understands.
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Soren slides into the seat beside you without looking up from their food, voice low.
Don't make eye contact. She's been holding that thing for twenty minutes and her hands are shaking.
A pause. A fork scrape.
So. Do you want the good news or the bad news first?
Release Date 2026.10.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.06