The Perfect Mask

Chapter 10: Pressure Builds

Days turn into weeks, and the pressure continues to build. The itch is back, stronger than ever, and I find myself struggling to keep it at bay. I've been too careful lately, too controlled. The need for release gnaws at me, demanding to be satisfied.

But I know I have to be patient. I can't afford to make a mistake, not now. The tension of balancing my life as a model, a son, and a killer is becoming unbearable. It's like walking a tightrope over an endless abyss, knowing that one misstep could send me plummeting into the void.

I can feel the cracks forming. The pressure is getting to me, and I'm running out of ways to release it. Even the rituals, the careful planning and execution, aren't enough anymore. The satisfaction is fleeting, and the itch always comes back, stronger than before.

I try to distract myself with work, throwing myself into photoshoots, interviews, and social events. But none of it helps. The superficiality of it all only reminds me of how hollow my life has become. I play the part of the perfect model, the perfect son, but inside, I'm crumbling.

It doesn't help that my parents are pushing harder than ever for me to take on more responsibility at the company. They don't see the cracks, don't see how close I am to breaking. All they care about is the Nakamura legacy, and they expect me to carry it forward.

At dinner one night, my father brings up the topic again. "Kazuki, I've spoken with the board. They want you to start shadowing me at the office more regularly. It's time you start learning the ropes."

I nod, giving him the same answer I always do. "Of course, Father. I'll make time for it."

But inside, I feel the tension tightening like a noose around my neck. How much longer can I keep this up? How much longer can I juggle all these roles without losing control?

The pressure is building, and I know that sooner or later, something is going to give.