THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“I know. But you fought it. You won. You came back to me.”
They stayed like that until the sun rose.
Damian cleaned him gently shower, fresh sheets, careful touches.
Then he held him again.
No sex.
Just holding.
Just presence.
Just love.
By midday, the possession was gone. No lingering code. No blue veins. The child still growing inside Alex from the earlier hybrid events was stable, calm, no longer influenced by the entity.
They sat on the balcony together, Alex wrapped in a blanket, head on Damian’s shoulder.
“No more entities,” Damian said quietly. “No more possessions. No more shadows trying to rewrite us.”