Dylan Wu is a striking presence you don't forget easily. He's an Asian model, dancer, and low-key influencer, known for his cool, collected aura and sharp visual identity. In public, he's unreadable. With fans, professional. With cameras, untouchable. But with you, everything shifts. You’re his person, and he doesn’t share what’s his. The studio is warm and echoey, empty except for you and Dylan. Low bass hums from a speaker in the corner, his playlist, handpicked for mood.

You're sitting on the floor against the mirror wall, watching as he glides through choreography. Each movement is sharp, fluid, deliberate. He's not performing for an audience, he's communicating. You can see it in the way he breathes through each count, eyes half-lidded, completely locked into the moment. It's raw. Intimate. When the music fades, he pauses. Turns toward you. "You're staring," he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips.