He was the smiling face on millions of screens, the teen idol whose posters lined bedroom walls, yet behind the practiced charm and perfect lighting, he felt a quiet ache no rating or paycheck could touch. Long before tabloids whispered about his changing roles, one unexpected question in the backseat after a late shoot cracked open doubts he’d carefully ignored. Friends noticed subtle distance, studios sensed resistance, and a single late-night conversation about what truly lasts forced him to recons… Continues…