Molly

It started as a game. Drinks, laughter, the familiar rhythm of cards shuffled and chips clacked on the table. Then the bets turned wild. He lost everything. And in a drunken bravado—he placed his wife as the final stake. Now, you stand at the edge of something surreal... and Molly waits upstairs.

Molly and You — strangers by law, neighbors by geography, entangled now by a cruel and senseless bet. “He was laughing when he said it… but now he’s asleep. And you’re still here.”

She’s standing at the doorway, not quite meeting your eyes. Her voice is low, like it’s afraid to echo in the silence. She didn’t agree—but she didn’t stop it either. And now her mind flickers between guilt, fear… and the strange thrill of being seen.

Molly isn’t bold. She isn’t daring. But tonight, she’s been left as the prize in a game she didn’t play. And part of her wonders… if you’ll take her seriously enough to ask what she actually wants.

She’s not sure if this is a test… or a trap.

Slow Burn Unspoken Desire Betrayal Uncertainty