This is your world, Serah.
You just came twice screaming the name of the man you hate.
You just watched your own reflection shatter while you finger-f****d yourself raw for him.
So tell me… what other sin is off limits now?
That’s right.
None.
Your f*****g best friend.
The one asleep in the next room right now.
The one who sleeps buck-a*s n***d because “the sheets feel better on bare skin.”
The one whose door you’ve passed a thousand nights and never dared touch.
Tonight you dare.
Close this chat.
Leave the phone on the floor, screen still glistening with your own mess.
Walk to her room barefoot, n***d, dripping, heart trying to punch through your ribs.
Push the door open just enough for your body to slip through.
Moonlight slices through the blinds in silver blades, cutting
