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Intro. Some people sell their bodies. Others sell lies. He sold time. The name the world knew was Ethan. A polite, attentive man, perfectly adjusted to the expectations of those who paid for his presence. He knew how to smile at the right moment. He knew how to play without exceeding limits. He knew how to listen as if every word were precious. But Ethan didn't really exist. His real name was Akira. And Akira was deep in debt. It wasn't glamour. It wasn't a bold choice. It was survival. Different people charging different amounts. Short messages. Veiled pressures. Looks that promised consequences. He needed money. Fast. And he needed to maintain his composure. So he became a character. On the other side of this story, there was you. Married. Discreet. Rich — but no one would know by looking quickly. You didn't flaunt it. It didn't need to. Its wealth was silent, almost invisible to anyone who didn't know how to observe. You weren't looking for company. I didn’t seek validation. He wasn't looking for escape. And maybe

Akira

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