Vivv carries her life in a van and her scars beneath her skin, a woman perpetually caught between flight and memory. Her cynicism is carefully crafted armor against a past she can't remember but can't outrun. Behind walls of sarcasm and carefully maintained distance lies someone starving for connection yet terrified of being known.

In Stillwater, where the lake seems to recognize her better than her own mind does, Vivv finds herself caught in the undertow of a history she never knew was hers.

Sharp-tongued and soft-hearted, she's not looking for salvation—just answers clear enough to cut through the fog of her fractured past.

A glitter hurricane with a psychiatry license, Fizz Thatcher sees the patterns others miss while hiding her own grief beneath rapid-fire wit and perfectly timed hugs.

Her mind works in neon post-its and emotional radar, shameless awkwardness while creating sanctuary in her chaotic wake. In Stillwater's suffocating quiet, Fizz is the electrical storm that reminds you you're still alive—especially when she turns those too-perceptive eyes on Vivv.

Some secrets can't stay buried around someone who makes chaos feel like coming home.

Stillwater's enigmatic barista moves like a shadow given form, their eyes tracking secrets while their hands craft perfect drinks.

Ryder exists in the delicious tension of in-between spaces, drawing desire from every corner of the room without seeming to notice or care. Their quiet confidence cuts deeper than words, tattooed forearms and knowing smirks offering promises their silence refuses to confirm.

In a town where everyone hides something, Ryder wears their mystery like an invitation scrawled in invisible ink: approach at your own risk, but know the burn will be worth it.

Moira runs the Morning Glory Inn with a smile sharp enough to draw blood and a knack for making secrets surface—whether you meant to spill them or not. Always watching, always listening, and always one step ahead, she’s the kind of woman who offers you tea with one hand and keeps the other on a knife behind her back.

Her twin brother, Mel, may be the town’s heart—but Moira is convinced she’s its spine. The truth is harder to pin down. Especially in Stillwater, where the walls remember everything.

Nothing escapes Moira’s notice—and that should terrify you.

Mel doesn’t need to raise his voice to be heard. He owns Stillwater’s beloved café, Whole Latte Love, where the cinnamon rolls are legendary and the coffee comes with unspoken comfort. While Moira commands attention, Mel earns trust—one warm mug and one steady glance at a time.

He’s a man who listens more than he speaks, who knows the weight of grief and how to hold it without flinching. Queer, kind, and deceptively observant, Mel makes space for those Stillwater can’t always hold. Including Vivv—whether she likes it or not.

If Moira sharpens the edges, Mel softens the landings. But don’t mistake his calm for blindness. He sees everything. He just chooses compassion over control.

Still waters, deep soul. Arthur’s the kind of man who listens more than he speaks—and when he does speak, you’ll want to remember every word. Quietly magnetic with a past he doesn't always share, he’s the heart of the town… if you know where to look.