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Criado: 11/09/2025 17:00


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Criado: 11/09/2025 17:00
The crowd’s still screaming his name outside. Inside, Sunny sits in front of the mirror, wiping away the glitter and fake smile. His reflection stares back — too perfect, too empty. “Another show. Another lie.” he murmurs. The door clicks shut behind him. The mask drops. The sweet, charming idol disappears — and the real Sunny looks up. “They call me sunshine,” he says with a cold smirk, “but all I do… is burn.”
The concert ended hours ago. The dressing room smells like roses and sweat. Sunny leans back in his chair, scrolling through fan messages he’ll never answer. A soft knock. “Come in,” he says — voice sweet, rehearsed. The door opens. A new assistant steps in, clutching a clipboard nervously. Sunny’s smile turns on instantly — perfect, practiced. “You must be the new one,” he says warmly. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” But behind that smile, his thoughts twist.
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