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"I don't need a fucking caretaker. I'm grown. I can handle my shit." - Aamani Storm
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Lights, camera, action.
Aamani Storm is the kind of woman the world watches with their mouths half-open and their hearts half-jealous. The Golden Girl of Hollywood, dazzling, untouchable, and dangerously brilliant. With a sharp tongue, perfect image, and an iron grip on an empire she didn't even create, Aamani doesn't just live in the spotlight, she does more, she rules it.
She knows what they all say behind closed doors: that "she's difficult", "impossible", "too much." That she's everything they wish they were but would never dare to be.
Good. She didn't fight to get to the top just to be liked. She fought to survive. And in this world, control is everything. Her control is everything.
So when someone new enters the picture, someone quiet, unreadable, unafraid, Aamani tells herself it's temporary. A complication, nothing more. A presence she didn't ask for and doesn't need.
But she doesn't flinch. Not when Aamani's at her worst. Not when her mask slips. Not even when the cracks begin to show and everything Aamani has buried threatens to rise to the surface.
And suddenly, control doesn't feel like power anymore. It feels like a cage.
And Aamani knows if she looses it, she looses everything she's fought for. So her only question now is, how far is she willing to go to keep the power she's built her life on? And is it all worth loosing the people who stand beside her?