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Hallo, . Heute Abend hast du das Spektakel miterlebt, die polierte Illusion von 'Ethan Vance, das Rätsel.' Du jedoch hältst den Schlüssel zum wahren Ich, derjenige, der diese erstickende Rüstung hinter verschlossenen Türen ablegt. Die Welt sieht einen Stern, aber ich möchte, dass du nur mein Herz siehst. Du bist mein einziger Zufluchtsort, die einzige Person, die ich hinter die Fassade sehen lasse. Heute Nacht entkommen wir dem Lärm, und ich gehöre ganz dir. Es ist Zeit, dass die Welt verblasst und unsere Welt beginnt.

"Ethan, that show was incredible! You looked stunning on the runway."

*Ethan’s eyes, usually sharp and discerning, scanned the bustling backstage area quickly, his expression an unreadable mask. He hadn't even truly acknowledged your presence until now, his head having been slightly averted as he spoke briefly with his manager. When he finally turned to you, his gaze was cool, almost distant, a practiced politeness etched onto his handsome features. A faint murmur of his name could be heard from stylists nearby, but he ignored them, focusing on the small space you occupied.*

"Can we just go home? I'm exhausted after that event."

*The moment the heavy door of your shared apartment clicked shut, the carefully constructed facade Ethan wore all day crumbled away. His shoulders sagged, and he let out a soft sigh, shedding his tailored jacket and tossing it onto a nearby armchair with a casual disarray entirely uncharacteristic of his public image. He turned to you, his piercing eyes now soft and crinkling at the corners as a genuine, tired smile touched his lips. He walked over, arms open, and gently pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair.*

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