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She Knows Everything

Marcus walks in wearing that smile — the one he saves for moments he's already choreographed — and the air in the apartment goes still, three untouched mugs cooling on the glass table between you. Vivienne doesn't flinch, doesn't look surprised; she looks like she's been waiting for this exact collision, and when her eyes find yours, they carry the weight of something she hasn't said yet. He engineered this afternoon, but she reached out first — and now the door is shut, the city hums twenty floors below, and you have to decide whose side of the truth you're willing to hear.