A/N:Guys please, bear with me on this one.
This is going to be a heavy one — it's going to dig deep, peel back layers we've only brushed against until now, and reveal some of the darkest, most jagged truths about what really happened eighteen years ago. It's long, it's raw, it hurts in places, and there's no clean way to rush through it. But every word here matters.
So, take a breath, settle in, and stay with me. We're finally naming the monster that's been living in the walls all this time.
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Delilah stepped into the living room of the penthouse, barefoot on the cool obsidian tiles, wearing nothing but one of Phei's oversized black shirts that fell to mid-thigh like a lazy lover refusing to leave.
The fabric clung to her skin in places — breasts, hips, the small of her back — outlining every curve she usually tried to pretend wasn't there.
