"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
— Shakespeare, As You Like It
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"The scene starts with Kai and Aaron in a restaurant or bar. Kai is trying to make a move on Aaron."
Zeke's voice drifted from the corner of the living room, his tone flat and directorial.
"Action."
"I love you."
Kai's delivery was earnest, reaching toward Aaron with manufactured longing.
"I love you... too?"
Aaron's confusion bled through, his inflection rising at the end.
"You don't understand. Not as a friend—as a lover."
"That's weird, man. You need help."
Aaron shuffled backward, hands raised defensively.
Kai lunged forward, closing the distance with exaggerated desperation.
"I can't let you go—"
"Let me go! He's trying to rape me! Help!"
Aaron's shriek pitched high, theatrical panic flooding his voice.
"Stop!"
A commanding shout cut through the chaos.
Jude stepped into view, hand outstretched like a tragic hero interrupted mid-monologue.
