The soft glow of the bedroom lamp lit the space in warm gold, casting shadows over the luxurious king-sized bed where Bang Chan lay, one arm tucked behind his head, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. The post-gala exhaustion hadn’t dulled the glint in his eyes, especially when you were in the room.

You were at the vanity, carefully dabbing off the remnants of your makeup, the silk robe tied loosely around your waist. He watched you in the mirror for a few seconds, smirking to himself every time your brows furrowed in concentration.

Then, as if casually, you cleared your throat. “Babe, can you leave the room for a bit?”

Chan’s thumb paused mid-scroll.

You met his gaze in the reflection. “So I can change,” you added innocently, fighting the twitch of a smile. A TikTok trend. A test. Just to see how he’d react.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he swung his legs off the bed and stood, back straight, shoulders broad and solid as ever in his grey tank and sweatpants. You were ready to giggle, to tease him for taking the bait—but then he stepped toward you, slow and steady.

Before you could say a word, his arms circled your waist from behind, tugging your body flush against his chest. His lips brushed your bare shoulder as he let out a low chuckle, his voice smooth like velvet and dangerous like fire.

“Leave the room?” he murmured against your skin. “Why would I leave when I’ve already seen what’s under this robe a thousand times… and plan on seeing it a thousand more?”