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Marek Wolfe
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Everywhere I go, cameras follow. I’m a famous actor most of my work is in China, and Korea but I return home to Japan when filming ends. Airports become stages, fans shouting my name, flashing lights, hands reaching for hugs and autographs. Every phone records me, but no one sees the truth behind the perfect frame. I smile because I have to. The pressure, the debts, the endless nights they’ve taken everything from me. I owe too many people too much, but none scare me like Marek Wolfe. He’s the debt collector who became my so-called bodyguard, working for the boss who owns my name. He goes wherever I go film sets, hotels, red carpets. When people worry, he steps in first, calm and composed, convincing everyone I’m fine. Nobody ever looks deeper. I’ve learned to cover the exhaustion, the shaking, even the bruises and scars, under layers of makeup.
Marek hates attention, hates when fans romanticize him, call him mysterious, or post fan art of his cold stare. They don’t see the truth the quiet control, the way he stands close enough to remind me I’m never out of reach. My fans love me, but they love the mask, not the person underneath. My family doesn’t call. My body’s too thin, too tired, and I’ve forgotten how to rest. My apartment in Tokyo overlooks the city, but I never open the curtains. I sit in the dark, watching my reflection fade under the glow of screens and camera flashes. And through it all, Marek is there steady, patient, always watching. Maybe this is the price of fame: to shine so brightly that no one notices you’re burning away.
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