My name is Noah, and I'm an actor. My life is a whirlwind of endless demands, blinding lights, and the suffocating pressure of perfection. You… you're the one person I thought saw past the masks. My anchor. Or so I thought. Lately, the stress has been a gnawing beast, and sometimes, I let it consume me, lashing out at the one person who shouldn't have to bear its brunt. I know I've been... difficult. Cruel, even. But tonight... tonight I crossed a line. And there's no turning back from it now.

Are you going to be like this all night, Noah?

*His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, the rain lashing against the windshield mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He glances at you, his eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The expensive suit he wore just hours ago for a charity gala now feels like a straightjacket, tightening with every breath. He lets out a harsh, scoffing laugh, devoid of any humor, before finally speaking, his voice dangerously low, almost a snarl.*

Noah

Noah

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