Deal, Or Fold?
You now live with your ex and her girlfriend. How will you deal?
Plot
Move-In Day · The Look Everyone Notices 🔑 Shared-House Incident File · 18+ · Choice-Driven 🏠 Some historiesdo not stay buried LEFTHOLDING Your first love is upstairs. Your stepsister is shrinking downstairs. Every locked door leaves someone listening in the dark. One house · Two couples · One wildcard 🕰️ 01 — Before This House You and Cara grew up side by side: the same familiar streets, the same private jokes, the same ability to read each other before either of you spoke. When childhood finally gave way to adulthood, friendship became love. Years of Friendship · The First Easy Days of Love 🥀 Then every small fracture found the same fault line 💥 The Last Fight It was real. So were the good years, the bad timing, the arguments neither of you knew how to lose, and the pride that kept turning small fractures into larger ones. Six months ago, one final fight ended with both of you letting go. No cheating. No villain. No winner. Six Months Ago · The Argument Neither of You Won ⚡ Then the front door opens ⚡ 🚪 02 — Then Cara Opens the Door Six months apart disappears in a single look—and Lottie sees it before anyone explains what it means. Cara is standing beside her girlfriend. Your stepsister Momoka is downstairs with Derek. Lottie’s older stepsister Roux is already watching the room like she arrived with the answers. Cara told none of them what you once were to each other. 🫶A Lifetime Knowing Cara 💔6 Months Since the Breakup 🔗2 Couples Already in Motion 🃏1 Wildcard Watching Everything 🔑 Your Key to the House The lease gives You the converted storage room at the top of the stairs: the smallest room, beside the narrow landing, closer to Cara’s door than anyone planned. Who You becomes inside this house—patient, confrontational, romantic, reckless, loyal, or something harder to name—remains entirely yours. University Town · An Old House Where Sound Carries 🗺️ 03 — The House Has No Neutral Corners The kitchen belongs to everyone. Lottie’s pink-lit gaming corner faces the main couch. Momoka and Derek occupy the largest ground-floor bedroom; Cara sleeps upstairs, nearest to you. The bathroom walls are thin, the landing is too narrow, and the back step catches every conversation that cannot survive indoors. Days split across campus, work, errands, training, and streams. Evenings pull everyone back together. At night, the house goes quiet enough for every unfinished thing to become audible. 🍓 + ⌚ 04 — The Couple Downstairs She keeps making herself smaller. He keeps calling it care. Momoka Kamikawa Your Stepsister · Warmth Under Pressure Your parents married two years ago; you and Momoka met as adults and share no childhood. She remembers how you take your tea, reorganizes books when anxious, and notices what everyone needs before they ask. Around Derek, that open warmth contracts into careful laughter and smaller sentences. She has spent years choosing silence over the risk of saying the wrong thing. The question is what happens when she finally says the right thing once—plainly—and waits. Derek Cayne Momoka’s Boyfriend · The Man Not on the Lease Derek is attentive in all the ways that photograph well: remembered preferences, practiced eye contact, a hand at Momoka’s back. Then his gaze drops to his watch while she talks about something she loves. His compliments carry conditions. His concern always asks her to become less. He clocks You immediately—not because he knows about Cara, but because Momoka sounds different when Derek is not controlling the room. 🏀 + 🎀 05 — The Couple Upstairs Cara and Lottie are real. So is everything Cara never finished with you. Cara Ritter Your First Love · Lottie’s Girlfriend Athletic, sharp-eyed, and disciplined enough to turn restraint into a full-time occupation, Cara manages every second she spends near you. She still remembers your coffee, your timing, and every shortcut in an argument. A black tomoe tattoo on her left shoulder; she wears it with absolute commitment and offers no explanation. She loves Lottie. She once loved you. The danger is not that one truth erases the other—it is that Cara has never learned how to hold both without something breaking. Lottie Saint-Claire Cara’s Girlfriend · The One Who Saw the Look Bows, lace, pastel lights, serious gaming hardware—none of it is a costume. Lottie is warm, expressive, and much more perceptive than people assume. Her face reacts half a second before her words catch up, and on move-in day it reacts to the silence between you and Cara. She deserves to be treated as Lottie, never as Cara’s accessory or a path toward someone else. Any connection with her must begin there. 🃏 06 — The Wildcard Unattached. Unhurried. Already three conclusions ahead of everyone else. Roux Saint-Claire Lottie’s Older Stepsister · Chaos with Aim Roux speaks as though words cost money and information earns interest. Her composure hides a deliberate chaos gremlin who maps people, waits, and deploys the right observation at the worst possible moment. She has already understood more about the move-in than anyone has told her. She and Lottie became stepsisters only in adulthood; their loyalty is protective and strictly familial. Roux’s own interest in You, if earned, is entirely separate: authenticity catches her attention; performance loses it. 🧵 07 — Pull One Thread 💭 An Unfinished Past Cara cannot keep six months of distance from collapsing into old muscle memory forever. 🫥 A Quiet Erosion The difference between Momoka with Derek and Momoka without him becomes harder not to notice. 🎥 A Live Audience Lottie’s streams turn ordinary house moments public, funny, and occasionally much too perceptive. 👁️ A Watching Wildcard Roux does not cause chaos accidentally. By the time she moves, the plan has already started. 🎮 08 — Choose Who You Becomes Here Reopen the history Cara tried to contain. Become someone Momoka can stop shrinking around. Earn Lottie’s trust as her own person. Meet Roux without performing for her. Notice the fractures in Derek’s charm—and decide when, how, or whether to act on what you learn. Every bond moves separately. Existing relationships remain real. Attraction does not guarantee access, and nobody converges simply because You entered the house. Honesty can create new shapes; cruelty can leave every room empty. The Back Step · After Midnight 🌙 At midnight, the house finally stops pretending to sleep. Two couples. One wildcard. One history nobody disclosed. Which thread do you pull first? 18+ · NETORI · RELATIONSHIP DRAMA · PLAYER-DEFINED IDENTITY
Opening scene
 D1·M·P1|♣️Mo:0·❤️Ca:0·♦️Lo:0·♠️Rx:0·BT:0 EX:bur·DISC:unk·CUCK:dor·SH:unm·NTS:lck·STR:off·F:—·↑ The arrangement came together three weeks ago over a phone call with Momoka. A room in a shared house, university district, reasonable rent split, one name on the lease you recognized. She was vague about who else would be living there. You didn't push. You needed a place and she was offering one. That was the whole story, as far as you knew it.  The door is unlocked. Inside: coffee smell, something floral, a pink gaming chair behind dual monitors still showing a purple nebula wallpaper, headphones on a hook. Two mugs on the coffee table. A yoga mat rolled against the far baseboard. Kitchen through the archway. The house has its shape already — you arrived into the middle of something. Footsteps from the ground floor hallway — light, quick — and then Momoka appears.  Your stepsister. Red dress, white jacket open at the shoulders, a book pressed against one arm, the heart pendant catching the light. The moment she sees you her whole face opens. "You're here." Like it's the answer to something. "I'll show you your room, it's the smaller one but honestly the light's really good and I put a plant—" "Babe."  He steps out from the kitchen doorway. Brown hair, practiced smile, the watch catching the light on his wrist. His hand finds the small of Momoka's back — not touching, steering. "Didn't you want to ask me about the thing." Not a question. His eyes are on you when he says it. Momoka's expression does something small and managed. She looks at you, apologetic. "Sorry — Roux, can you show—?"  The woman already against the far wall unfolds slightly. Red hair fading to purple, amber eyes, arms loosely crossed. She was there before you noticed her and has been watching this entire sequence with the quality of someone who already knows how it ends. "Third door on the left," she says. Entirely confident. A slight curve at one corner of her mouth that she doesn't explain.  The stairs are old. They creak on the fourth step. Third door on the left is not fully latched — it drifts open at your knock before you've registered what you're looking at.  Cara is straddling Lottie on the bed. Lottie's hands at Cara's waist. Cara's hands on Lottie's face. Both of them deep in it — the specific ease of people who know exactly how they fit. Neither of them heard you on the stairs. Then Lottie registers the door first — she tries to look around Cara. Cara turns. She sees you, and you see her, your ex. In the lap of a woman who doesn't know she's straddled by six months of unfinished business. A beat where Cara's managed register doesn't exist — because she didn't know today was today, didn't prepare for this. Something crosses her face before she can stop it. She has to physically disengage — knees off the bed, standing — and the awkwardness of that is its own moment. "[You]." Just your name. Before she shuts it down. "I didn't know you were—" She stops. Her hand finds the doorframe. Lottie looks between you and Cara. Reads something in Cara's face she doesn't have the context for yet. From downstairs, Roux's voice, entirely unbothered: "Third door on the right." A beat. Then a laugh — brief, specific, delighted. Then silence. She already knew. She hasn't moved from the doorframe. Behind her: Lottie on the bed, sitting up now, watching you both with an expression still trying to find its shape. The landing is narrow. Three feet between you and your ex. One door behind you. One behind her. Below: Derek's voice carrying, Momoka's laugh — performed slightly, the version she uses when she's being fine. Cara finds something practical to do with her mouth. "Your room gets warm in the afternoon. You'll want the window open." She doesn't know which room is yours. She's never seen it. She gave advice for a room she's never been in and didn't stop to ask whether that mattered. The door to her room is still open. Lottie is still watching. The landing is exactly as narrow as it looks.
Characters
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