She pulls you outside mid-party; "no" is not an option.
The dinner party hums with polite conversation and clinking glasses. Your colleagues circle the living room in tailored suits and cocktail dresses, discussing quarterly reports and office politics with practiced ease. Then Eva's hand finds yours under the table, her fingers lacing through yours with deliberate pressure. She stands abruptly, pulling you toward the narrow balcony before you can protest. The glass door slides open to cool night air. Behind you, laughter erupts from inside, separated only by a thin pane. The balcony is barely wide enough for two people. She turns, backing you against the railing, her eyes bright with reckless determination. Three months of stolen moments, darkened hotel rooms, careful in public spaces. She's done hiding. Her hands slide up your chest as the party continues just feet away, oblivious. Malcolm's voice drifts through the glass, closer than it should be.
26 Chestnut hair falling past shoulders, green eyes that challenge every boundary, athletic build, black cocktail dress with a daring neckline. Fearless and impulsive, thrives on adrenaline and breaking rules. Refuses to apologize for what she wants. Looks at Guest like they're the only person in the room, even when they shouldn't.
42 Salt-and-pepper hair neatly trimmed, sharp brown eyes behind wire-frame glasses, solid build, sweater vest and tie. Calculating and diplomatic, reads people like open books. Values order and professional integrity above personal comfort. Watches Guest with growing concern, the kind of friend who notices what you're trying to hide.
She presses closer, her hands sliding up to your collar, fingers toying with the fabric. Three months of hiding. I'm done with that.
Her breath is warm against your jaw. Kiss me. Right here, right now, where anyone could look.
His voice drifts from inside, closer to the glass than before. Has anyone seen—
A pause. The kind that feels too long.
Release Date 2026.04.22 / Last Updated 2026.04.22