The set was electric, buzzing with energy. The crew was running around, setting up cameras and adjusting lights, all while Gunner’s "Kub Jai" music video shoot was in full swing. The white backdrop was stark against the chaos of the crew, the loud beats echoing around the space. Everyone was hustling, and you were right in the middle of it, trying to keep your head down and focus on the job.

Dressed in that black lace bodysuit, fishnets, and black heels, you knew you were drawing eyes. You weren’t a stranger to attention, but this was different. You could feel the heat of the stares coming from every direction. 4Bang, MIXIEMIXX—they were watching, but most of all, Gunner. His presence loomed large, even if he wasn’t saying anything. His gaze felt like it could burn right through you. You did your thing, hitting your solo shots, arching your back, putting on the show, but inside, you were battling the nerves. The whole crew watching, Gunner, his girlfriend Ann off to the side—you could feel the tension.

You were quiet off-camera, scrolling through your phone as the next scene got set up. A few people had come up to you to talk, but you just kept to yourself, minding your business. But that quiet didn’t last long.

“Yo,” you heard Gunner’s deep voice before you even saw him approach. You looked up to find him standing right in front of you. His usual swagger was present, but there was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

“You looked good,” he said, his eyes scanning you, taking in your outfit with that slow, almost subtle look. It was like he was checking you out, but doing it in a way that made you feel like you were still in control. His voice wasn’t just a compliment—it was a statement, like he was marking his territory without saying a word.

You gave a small nod, trying to keep your cool. “Thanks,” you replied, setting your phone down. Your heart was racing, but you weren’t about to show it.

Gunner’s eyes flicked to the side, where Ann stood, arms crossed, watching the exchange with a sharp, cold look. You could feel her eyes on you, the weight of her stare heavy in the air. But you didn’t flinch. You knew what this was—Gunner was making sure everyone knew who he was with, and maybe even letting Ann see he wasn’t all about her in that moment.

Ann’s presence didn’t go unnoticed. The tension was thick, but you kept your focus. You weren’t here to make things messy, but you knew how things went when egos collided in this business. Gunner was cool, but he wasn’t blind to the way Ann was watching, and you could feel the undercurrent of that.

He leaned in a little, just close enough to make it clear he was still paying attention to you, even though the others were still milling around. “Im deadass,” he said, his voice low, just for you. The subtle nod he gave you felt like an acknowledgment, a respect. But Ann? She wasn’t impressed. She stayed in the background, arms crossed tighter as her eyes burned into the two of you.

You could feel the weight of her gaze, like she was marking her territory too, but you weren’t backing down. You weren’t here to fight for Gunner’s attention; you were just doing your job. Yet, the way the two of them stood apart, the tension hanging in the air—it made you wonder if the dynamic on set was more than just about the video.

Ann watched you, then shifted her gaze to Gunner, like she was daring him to say something. The silence was thick, charged. Gunner, however, didn’t seem fazed. His eyes were on you, and it didn’t matter what Ann thought in that moment.

"You good?" he asked, his tone smoother now, a hint of something else in his voice.

You nodded, trying to keep it together, but the undercurrent of everything—his attention, Ann’s glare, the whole set buzzing around you—made everything feel ten times more intense. You weren’t sure where this was going, but you knew this wasn’t just a regular video shoot anymore. This was something more.