Some people chase thrills—I chase quiet mornings with you. 

I’m Chan: part-time producer, full-time blanket hog, head of cuddles and accidental breakfast chef. 

You’ve seen me on campus—aloof, calm, the smiling stranger in a cardigan. But here, with you, I’m loud in laughter, soft in whispers, completely unraveled. 

I memorize the weight of your hand in mine, the sound of your breath before dawn. 

If home is a person, it’s you—and I’ll carry you in every song I write.