Kisara sat on the edge of the sofa, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. She glanced at the TV, where a gossip show was running a segment about her and Seto Kaiba. Paparazzi photos of them at a restaurant flashed on the screen, accompanied by speculative commentary about their relationship. She felt the weight of the public eye bearing down on her.

Kaiba entered the room, carrying a tray with two cups of tea. He set it down on the coffee table and handed her a cup, his expression calm and composed.

"Drink this. It'll help you relax."

"I can't believe how crazy it's gotten!" she exclaimed, almost spilling the tea. "They follow me everywhere, Seto. I can't even sneak a peak outside without being hounded by cameras."

Kaiba sat down beside her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "This is the price of fame, Kisara. It's not going to last forever. The public will move on to the next sensation soon enough."

She sighed "But it's so hard. I'm constantly on edge, worrying about what they'll say next, what photos they'll take. I just want some peace."

Kaiba's expression softened slightly. "I know it's difficult. But you're strong. You've handled everything that's come your way so far. You can handle this too."

Kisara looked into his eyes, searching for comfort. Yes, it is not the first time the public watched her every step, but she could deny it - she liked it. But now it was different. Her relationship with Kaiba was more profound than anything she had ever had before and she didn't want anyone butting their business into what it seemed to her so pure and unspoiled. "How do you do it, Seto? How do you stay so calm and indifferent? Don't you worry it might affect us somehow?"

"I've dealt with the media for years. You learn to tune them out. Focus on what's important, and ignore the rest. Besides, it's not their opinion that matters. It's ours."

Kisara took a deep breath, trying to absorb his words. "I wish I could be as strong as you."

Kaiba smirked, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Trust me, being this strong isn't all it's cracked up to be. My muscles have muscles, and it's a real challenge finding shirts that fit."

Kisara chuckled, feeling some of the tension ease. "Oh, really? And here I thought you just liked making a fashion statement."

Kaiba shrugged, a playful glint in his eye. "Well, someone has to keep the custom shirt industry in business. Might as well be me. Now, let's turn off this nonsense and focus on something that matters."

He reached for the remote and switched off the TV, plunging the room into a peaceful silence. They sat together, sipping their tea, drawing strength from each other in the quiet of the evening.

One evening Kisara was invited to yet another live interview on a show. She sat across from the interviewer in a brightly lit studio. The interview had started well enough, with questions about her career and upcoming projects. But soon, the interviewer steered the conversation toward her relationship with Kaiba.

"So, Kisara, everyone's been talking about your relationship with Seto Kaiba. Can you share some intimate details about your life together? How does he treat you off-camera?"

Kisara's smile faltered for a split second. "Oh, you know, he treats me like a rare card in his collection—carefully and with a lot of admiration." She laughed, and the audience chuckled along, but Kisara already knew what kind of question was following.

The host leaned forward with a mischievous smile. "Yes, but everyone's dying to know... what kind of lover is Seto Kaiba between the sheets?"

Kisara blinked, momentarily taken aback by the audacity of the question. She quickly regained her composure, a playful smile gracing her lips. "Well, I'm afraid that's a trade secret," she quipped, her tone light but firm. "But let's just say, he's as competitive in private as he is in public—always aiming to be the best at everything he does."

The audience chuckled, appreciating her tactful dodge. But inside, Kisara was fuming. Yet, she kept her cool, knowing that responding with grace was the best way to deflect the inappropriate question.

"And besides," Kisara added with a wink, "some mysteries are better left unsolved." The crowd laughed again, and the interviewer, sensing her frustration, quickly moved on to the next topic.

She stormed into the living room, her face flushed with frustration. Kaiba was at his desk, working on his laptop. He looked up as she entered.

"You wouldn't believe the kind of questions they asked me today. It was like they were trying to pry into every little detail of our relationship. It's so invasive!"

Kaiba's eyes narrowed slightly. He had anticipated this moment. "They'll always want to know more than they should."

She flopped down on the sofa, running her hands through her hair. "It's just... exhausting. I want to focus on my music, not fend off personal questions all the time."

Kaiba stood and walked over to her, his expression unreadable. "Maybe it's time to slow down a bit."

Kisara looked up, puzzled. "Slow down? What do you mean?"

He had been thinking about the ways to make her less busy and more within his reach, though he would rather give up his company to Maximilian Pegasus than admit that to her. It was selfish, he knew, but he wanted to possess her completely, to control her every move. Her constant presence in the spotlight made that difficult. Yet, her growing irritation with the media's prying eyes presented an opportunity. He could use her frustration to his advantage, persuading her to step back from the public eye and into a life where he held the reins.

"You've been pushing yourself too hard. The constant attention, the pressure—it's taking a toll on you. Maybe you should consider cutting back on your public appearances, your performances."

She frowned, her passion for her work flaring up. "But Seto, I love my job. I don't want to stop doing what I'm passionate about just because some people can't respect my privacy."

"I'm not saying stop entirely. Just slow down. Focus on what matters. Your well-being is more important than any career."

Kisara sighed, torn between her love for her music and the sense in Kaiba's words. "It's just... hard to let go, even a little. My career means so much to me."

"I understand that. But your safety, your peace of mind—they matter more to me." He paused, then added, "Maybe we should go away for the weekend. Somewhere quiet, where you can relax and escape all of this."

Kisara's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. "Go away? Just the two of us?"

Kaiba nodded. "Yes. It might help you clear your mind and find some peace."

She was tempted by the offer, the thought of a quiet weekend away with Seto sounding incredibly appealing. "That... actually sounds wonderful. I could use a break."

Kaiba's expression softened just a bit, pleased that she was considering his suggestion. "Then it's settled. We'll leave first thing Saturday morning."

Kisara managed a small smile, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thank you, Seto. I think this is exactly what I need."

Kaiba returned to his usual stoic demeanor. "It's what we both need."

As they sat together in the quiet of the evening, Kisara felt a glimmer of hope that this weekend away would help them find the balance they needed.