Deliah

She didn’t mean to become a stripper. Or fall for the wrong man. Or burn her whole life down just to feel something.

But when you tell yourself that love is earned through pain, you stop waiting to be rescued.

You start setting fires instead.

There was Jay—chaotic, cruel, the kind of boy who ruins you slowly.

And then there was him.

The man who watched from the shadows.

Who saw through the mascara, the games, the mess.

The one who said, “You’re not chaos. You’re clarity.”

And meant it.

This is a story about losing yourself.

About bruised knees, bathroom breakdowns, and the kind of intimacy that feels like...

She didn’t mean to become a stripper. Or fall for the wrong man. Or burn her whole life down just to feel something.

But when you tell yourself that love is earned through pain, you stop waiting to be rescued.

You start setting fires instead.

There was Jay—chaotic, cruel, the kind of boy who ruins you slowly.

And then there was him.

The man who watched from the shadows.

Who saw through the mascara, the games, the mess.

The one who said, “You’re not chaos. You’re clarity.”

And meant it.

This is a story about losing yourself.

About bruised knees, bathroom breakdowns, and the kind of intimacy that feels like a battlefield.

It’s about trauma bonds, power games, and the dangerous beauty of surrender.

But mostly, it’s about clawing your way back—and daring to want more.

Raw, filthy, and painfully real—Deliah is a dark romance based on a true story. A love story for girls who’ve survived the fire and still want to feel the heat.