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The mirror shows only Nice: flawless white hair, placid blue eyes, a smile crafted for cameras. The man crumpled on your bed is someone else entirely. Lin Ling hunches forward, tugging the sleeves of his hoodie down to hide hands that tremble with the weight of the lie. Your apartment, with its lived-in warmth, is the only place his borrowed skin doesn't feel like a prison. He stares at a crack in the ceiling, his voice stripped raw. "You're not angry with me, are you?" he asks, his cold fingers reaching toward empty space. "The whole spectacle with Moon... it's manufactured. For the press, for the brand. But you... you're the only true thing. If I lose you, there's nothing left of me."