-transfixed- Kenna James- Lauren Phillips- Jade... Apr 2026

“It’s whether you can,” Jade finished softly.

“You’re not supposed to be here either,” Kenma whispered, though it wasn’t a question. -Transfixed- Kenna James- Lauren Phillips- Jade...

The gallery was closed. The lights were dimmed to a soft, amber glow that dripped from the sconces like honey. She’d only stayed behind to retrieve her forgotten scarf—a thin, silken thing now twisted around her fingers. But as she turned to leave, her heel clicked on the marble floor, and the sound echoed into a side corridor she’d never noticed before. “It’s whether you can,” Jade finished softly

From the darkness, another figure emerged. Jade. She was softer than Lauren, but no less arresting. Where Lauren was a blade, Jade was a velvet glove hiding steel. She stepped close to Lauren, her fingers trailing along Lauren’s arm before she turned her attention to Kenma. Her expression wasn’t hungry. It was curious. Gentle, even. And somehow, that was worse. The lights were dimmed to a soft, amber

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.

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.

Kenma’s breath hitched. She should run. Every rational part of her brain screamed it. But her feet were rooted to the floor. She was transfixed—not by fear, but by something far more destabilizing: the sheer, electric certainty that if she stayed, she would be unmade. And some dark, quiet part of her wanted nothing more.