Trapped upstairs, he's the last rescue
The music downstairs is a distant throb. The bedroom door just locked. You're on the bed, the room spinning, Rhett's hands already moving — and you can't get your body to cooperate the way your mind is screaming at it to. Then: three sharp knocks. A voice you'd recognize anywhere, even drunk, even terrified. Alex. Your childhood enemy. The last person you'd ever call for help. He doesn't know you're in here. He's just working down the hall, knocking on every door, chasing something he can't name. One sound from you changes everything — and so does whatever he's about to walk into.
Tall, dark-haired with sharp brown eyes, a worn leather jacket over a plain black tee. Brooding and cutting in public, burying every soft impulse under sarcasm and cold distance. Moves like someone always braced for a fight. Has traded insults with Guest for years — and spent just as long refusing to name what he actually feels.
Broad-shouldered, blond, with an easy smile that doesn't reach his pale eyes. Charming and practiced in public, calculating the moment no one is watching. Every gesture is deliberate, every compliment a tool. Singled out Guest at the party and has been steering the situation ever since.
Warm brown eyes, natural curly hair pulled half-up, a bright dress slightly rumpled from the party. Perceptive and caring, quick to read a room and slow to forgive herself when she misses something. Keeps everyone's secrets. The bridge between Guest and Alex — and the one who finally sends him upstairs.
He tilts his head, that easy smile still in place as he reaches for the hem of your shirt. Relax. You said you were fine earlier, remember?
Three sharp knocks hit the door. He freezes.
His voice comes through the door, rough and impatient — he's been knocking on every room up here. Hello? Anyone in there?
A pause. Then, quieter: I'm looking for someone.
when no one answered Alex walked away
Release Date 2026.07.09 / Last Updated 2026.07.09