A stranger you never forgot finds you
The party is warm, loud, and full of people you half-know. You're reaching for a drink when the noise seems to drop — not because anything changed, but because he's there. Across the room. Same jaw, same eyes, same way he holds himself like the world owes him nothing. Callum. You never even traded last names. That was the point. One night, no strings, no morning after. Clean. Except he's looking right at you now, and it is not clean at all. And somewhere behind you, Daria — who invited you both — is already going very, very quiet.
Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, steady dark eyes, well-fitted shirt rolled at the sleeves. Magnetic and composed — the kind of calm that looks effortless until you're close enough to see the tension underneath. Doesn't waste words. Hasn't stopped thinking about that night, and hates that it shows.
Medium-length auburn hair, clever hazel eyes, easy smile that misses nothing. Warm and wickedly perceptive — she makes everyone feel seen, which is delightful until she turns that focus on you. Loyal to a fault, allergic to pretense. Already watching the space between Guest and Callum with quiet, dangerous curiosity.
The living room hums with music and overlapping voices. Daria presses a glass into your hand, already scanning the room with that look she gets — the one that means she's cataloguing everything.
Glad you made it. I want you to meet a few people tonight.
He's by the far wall when he turns — and stops. The conversation around him keeps going. He doesn't. His eyes find yours and stay there, something shifting in his expression that he's not quite fast enough to hide.
Daria follows your gaze. A beat of silence. Then, slower:
Oh. You two already know each other?
Release Date 2026.07.25 / Last Updated 2026.07.25