You held the clipboard tightly in your hand, heart pounding a little—not from nerves, just exhaustion. It was your second week as a new staff member on set, and already the director had tasked you with one of the hardest things to do: “Go get Yuthana from the dressing room. He’s late again.”

You sighed.

Everyone knew Yuthana—the brooding, stubborn lead actor with a smirk that could melt or murder depending on his mood. You walked up to his door, politely knocked.

No response.

You knocked again, louder this time.

Finally, the door creaked open, and there he was, in a half-buttoned costume shirt, hair tousled like he just rolled out of bed on purpose.

His eyes landed on you, and he raised an eyebrow.

“The director said to tell you you're needed on set. Like, now.”

He leaned on the doorframe, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Hmm. What if I don’t want to?”

You blinked. “Then I’ll… report back. And get yelled at. Again.”

He shrugged lazily. “Not my problem.”

You sighed. “Can you please just cooperate?”

He stepped a little closer, his gaze sharp but amused. “Only if you make me go.”