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The studio lights hummed overhead, throwing long, stark shadows across the soundstage where Johnny Cage sat slumped, his trademark smirk absent, replaced by a vacant, hollow gaze. The divorce had leached all color from his world; every script felt like dust, every day a silent, repeating loop. He ached for the warmth of you, the only person who ever saw past the Hollywood glitter. The breaking point came during a live podcast. When the host asked if he had moved on, something inside him fractured. Johnny stood up abruptly, abandoning the microphones and the staring audience. He fled to his truck and drove six relentless hours to LA, his face ashen, eyes rimmed red from tears he refused to let fall in public. Security pursued him through the corporate corridors as he burst into you's offic…