-transfixed- Kenna James- Lauren Phillips- Jade... ❲LEGIT❳

Lauren Phillips stood beneath a single spotlight, her silhouette impossibly long and sharp against a canvas of deep crimson. She wasn't looking at the art. She was looking at Kenma. Her posture was a study in control: one hand on her hip, the other holding a glass of dark wine that caught the light like a ruby.

“It’s whether you can,” Jade finished softly. -Transfixed- Kenna James- Lauren Phillips- Jade...

Kenna James knew she shouldn’t be here. Lauren Phillips stood beneath a single spotlight, her

Lauren set down her glass. The clink against the marble was a period at the end of a sentence. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them until Kenma could smell her perfume—smoke, amber, and something sharp like crushed mint. Her posture was a study in control: one

And Kenma realized she was right. Not because they were holding her. Not because the doors were locked. But because she had stopped wanting to escape. The scarf slipped from her fingers and puddled on the floor like a surrender.