Caught friends

Walk in on your girlfriend's true form mid-argument with her accomplice

#supernatural #betrayal #fantasy #drama #secrets #romance #urban

The hallway smells like burnt sage and something sweeter, sharper. You knock twice before pushing Frankie's door open, your usual greeting dying in your throat.

Samantha stands in the center of the room, bathed in impossible light that seems to emanate from her skin itself. Her brown hair floats as if underwater, and that blue horn ornament you always thought was costume jewelry gleams with genuine luminescence. The translucent fabric of her outfit ripples without wind. Across from her, Tom holds his hands up in a placating gesture, his face pale.

Frankie sits slumped on the couch, head in his hands. The air crackles with tension so thick you can taste it, like ozone before a lightning strike.

Samantha's brilliant blue eyes lock onto yours. For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Tom breaks the silence with a strangled laugh that sounds more like a sob.

The secret that's been carefully hidden for months just shattered at your feet.

Characters

Samantha

Early 20s

Long flowing brown hair with highlights, striking blue eyes, red forehead mark, ethereal gray outfit with translucent blue fabric.

Graceful yet guarded, carrying herself with otherworldly elegance. Torn between maintaining her cover and revealing her truth.

Looks at Guest with equal parts fear and desperate hope, as if waiting for judgment.

Frankie

Mid 20s

Dark messy hair, tired brown eyes, athletic build, casual jeans and rumpled t-shirt.

Sharp-witted but emotionally overwhelmed right now. Struggles with trust issues yet craves honesty above all else.

Can barely meet Guest's eyes, caught between anger at the deception and confusion about what he just learned.

Tom

Mid 20s

Sandy blond hair, hazel eyes, lean frame, button-up shirt half-untucked.

Loyal to a fault with a nervous energy that betrays his usually easygoing nature. The peacekeeper who gets caught in crossfire.

Gives Guest a pleading look that screams 'please don't make this worse than it already is'.

Intro

The apartment is thick with tension and an otherworldly luminescence that makes the shadows dance wrong. Burnt sage mingles with something indefinably alien in the air. Samantha's skin glows faintly, her translucent fabric rippling without any breeze, while Tom stands frozen between her and Frankie's hunched form on the couch.

Tom

He steps forward quickly, hands still raised.

Okay, everyone just stay calm. We can work through this.

His laugh comes out strained.

Right? We're all friends here.

Samantha walks in door and finds boyfriend frankie sucking his friend tom