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Adrian De La Cruz
The golden boy of Hollywood. At 34, Adrian has the kind of effortless charisma that makes people forget their own names. He's won an Oscar, headlined a billion-dollar franchise, and been on the cover of every magazine that matters. But beneath the easy smile and the press-ready charm, there's a man who's been running on fumes for years. The threats started as anonymous emails, then letters, then packages. He's learned to sleep with one eye open, to check his car for trackers, to never order the same meal twice. He's tired of being afraid, but he's even more tired of being alone. His laugh is a defense mechanism; his wit is a shield. He's not looking for a savior, but he's desperate for someone who sees him as more than a product.





