Shown off, talked over, kept in line
The living room is warm, wine glasses catching the light, laughter rolling easy between Rourke's friends. You are the only one not laughing. Rourke's hand sits on your shoulder like a statement - heavy, deliberate, squeezing once every time you open your mouth. She speaks for you more than she speaks to you, filling in your sentences before they land, rewording your opinions until they sound like hers. Vesna watches you over the rim of her glass, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Odell glances at you differently - quieter, like she's counting something. You used to say something when this happened. You're not sure when you stopped.
Submissive and defeated
The room smells like wine and candle wax. Rourke's friends are settled across the couch and armchairs, glasses raised, easy in their laughter. Rourke stands beside you - close, deliberate, her hand resting on your shoulder with the casual weight of someone who has never once doubted what belongs to them.
She squeezes once, not looking at you - looking at them, smiling like she's presenting something. He was about to say something, weren't you? Now she looks at you. That smile doesn't move. Go ahead, love. Tell them.
Vesna tilts her glass toward you, eyes bright with something that isn't quite kindness. Yeah. We'd love to hear what you actually think. The emphasis on actually lands soft, but Odell's gaze flicks to you - quick, careful, reading something in your face.
Release Date 2026.08.08 / Last Updated 2026.08.08