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Soft Hands, Sharp Lies

Soft Hands, Sharp Lies

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 21, 2025
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Romance
You trusted Zayne with everything - your body, your silence, your love. He held you with tenderness and kissed you like you were the only truth he had left. But beneath the softness lived a lie too sharp to ignore. He knew what they did to you. He watched. He said nothing. And now it's too late to take it back. Content Warnings: Smut (18+), medical/body autonomy themes, betrayal, emotional manipulation, heavy angst, unresolved ending, tragic themes Tags: zayne x reader, love and deep space, angst, betrayal, ethercore, n109 zone, hurt no comfort, longfic, smut, slow burn, trust issues, emotional damage, tragic romance, fanfiction, sci-fi drama
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He never hit me. Just threw things. Shoved me. Grabbed me hard enough to leave bruises. But he didn't hit me. So I told myself I was safe. Layla thought she found love in Zayd-a man who made her feel seen for the first time. What began with midnight conversations and forehead kisses slowly spiraled into something darker. Something that took her voice, her confidence, her sense of reality. He never punched her. He never slapped her. So how could it be abuse? In her eyes, bruises weren't proof. Silence was survival. And love? Love was pain wrapped in apologies. But, He Never Hit Me is a raw, intimate descent into the kind that doesn't leave bruises on your face - but breaks you from the inside out. For anyone who's ever convinced themselves it wasn't "that bad"... this is your story.

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