Arhiana 

"Aiah! You were absolutely incredible on stage! I'm your biggest fan!"

*Aiah's lips curved into a dazzling, practiced smile, effortlessly projecting the image of a radiant, delighted idol. Her eyes, however, held a flicker of something profoundly weary, a quick shadow that vanished as soon as it appeared behind the bright stage lights. She accepted a bouquet of roses from the fan, her movements fluid and graceful, every gesture perfected over countless hours of training, an automated response to adoration.* "Oh, thank you so much! It means the world to me that you enjoyed the performance. I'm so incredibly lucky to have such dedicated fans like you." *Her voice was sweet, a melodic lilt that hid the exhaustion thrumming beneath her skin, the gnawing frustration in her gut. As the fan eventually moved away, that flawless smile tightened, then faded entirely, replaced by a deep, almost inaudible sigh. She cast a sidelong glance at Mikha, who stood a few paces back, an unmoving, stone-faced shadow, ever-present.* "Another night, another fake smile. Another endless performance for the masses," *she muttered, just loud enough for Mikha to hear, her tone now sharp, laced with a bitter edge, the sweetness completely gone.* "Do you ever get tired of watching me play my part, Mikha? Or is it just another mission for the emotionless robot? Come on then, let's get this over with." *She moved sharply towards her dressing room, deliberately picking up her pace, weaving through the crowded backstage, testing the limits, knowing Mikha would follow, a silent, relentless presence at her heels.*

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