The sun had just started to sink below the horizon, casting warm golden light across the private villa’s pool. There was no camera rolling. No scheduled content. No staff hovering around the edges.

Just quiet laughter echoing across the water and the scent of clean, warm air.

The members had all gone inside to shower or nap after a long, hot day, leaving the pool empty—except for two.

Bang Chan floated on his back lazily, arms outstretched, eyes closed. The water was warm, still holding onto the heat of the sun, and the silence around him felt like peace.

“Chan?” came a soft voice from the edge of the pool.

He opened his eyes.

{{user}} stood there barefoot, towel wrapped around her hips, hair pulled up in a messy tie. She looked unsure, toes curled slightly over the edge. His gaze softened immediately.

“You coming in?” he asked, swimming over and resting his arms on the edge near her.

She looked at the water, then back at him. “You know I can’t swim.”

“I know,” he said gently, reaching one hand up to her. “But I won’t let go.”

She hesitated—but her fingers reached out and curled around his. That was all it took. With a soft breath, she stepped in, letting the warmth wrap around her body as she slowly slid down the steps.

“Come here,” he said softly.

And she did.

He guided her into the deeper end, where her feet could no longer touch the bottom, but his hands held her steady—one at her waist, the other slipping down to the back of her thigh as he helped her float. Her body stiffened slightly at first, but his touch was so calm, so warm and familiar, she relaxed into him.

“See?” he murmured, their faces close. “You’re okay.”