Devin stops pretending the moment Luna Sophia realises what he is, because there is no longer any need for masks once the truth is standing naked in the room with us. He straightens slowly, the last traces of the man I thought I knew melting away as something colder and far more deliberate takes his place, and the confidence rolling off him now is not arrogance or panic or desperation, it is ownership.
“You see,” he says calmly, pacing a slow line across the room like this is a lecture rather than a reckoning, “this is the part everyone always gets wrong about me.”
Sophia does not speak. She watches him with a stillness that feels fragile now, like she is holding herself together through will alone, and I can see the weight of everything she has enabled pressing down on her shoulders.
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