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“You don’t understand,” I finally managed. “I have a reputation to uphold, a career to protect. I can’t just—”“—Just what?” Julian interrupted, his tone gentle yet firm. “Just admit that you feel something? That maybe, when you’re with me, you’re more than just Ethan Blake, the action hero? That you’re a man with desires, with vulnerabilities?”I swallowed, trying to quell the rising tide of emotion. “I’m not sure what you want me to say.”He lowered his hand slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want you to say that you’re tired of hiding. That you’re tired of letting the media, the rumors, and the fear of judgment keep you from experiencing something real.”The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words. I could feel the pressure of Julian’s gaze, the weight of every whispered speculation in the back of my mind. I thought of the leaked video—the way my hand had trembled on his shirt, the way our eyes had locked—and the undeniable spark that had set my heart racing. For s
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I nodded, tears welling in my eyes—not from weakness, but from the raw honesty of the moment. “I’m scared of losing myself,” I admitted. “I’m scared of what people will say, that I’m not the man they expect me to be.”Julian’s gaze was unwavering as he replied, “You’re not defined by their expectations, Ethan. You’re defined by your truth. And right now, your truth is that you’re hurting, you’re confused, but you’re also brave enough to confront it.”The conversation was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. My heart raced as I wondered who it could be at this late hour. I opened the door to find one of our publicists—an anxious woman named Dana—standing there, eyes wide with urgency.“Ethan, Julian,” she said, breathless. “The press is gathering outside, and they’ve got a new angle. They’re saying your private conversation was leaked too.”I felt my stomach drop. “What do you mean?”Dana hesitated, glancing at Julian before continuing. “A video clip from your dressing room conve
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