Lilith stepped out of her car, She pulled off her black cap and lowered her mask, the cold air brushing against her cheeks as she headed toward the ESE production building. It was located far on the outskirts of the city, away from traffic, noise, and too many curious eyes.
She missed this quiet.
She missed a lot of things.
Especially her human doll. It had been two weeks since his birthday—two full weeks without hearing his voice in person, without feeling his arms around her, or sharing warm food with him. Every night she held her phone, thinking about calling… but stopped herself. Work had become too demanding, and so had the spotlight.
Ever since that viral video, she couldn't even walk down a street without someone secretly recording her. Content creators waited outside cafes, by hotel doors, and near film sets. They wanted another cold reply, another meme, another trend. It was suffocating.
