(BoZhan you’re Xiao Zhan) The studio lights were too bright. Too warm. The kind that made every breath feel louder than it should.

Today’s schedule was simple — rehearsals, camera blocking… and that scene. he stood a few steps away, script still in his hand though he didn’t need it anymore. he had memorized every line. Every movement. Every second leading up to the kiss.

Professional. Controlled. Detached. That’s what he was known for.

You looked a little tense. he walked closer — not enough to invade your space, just enough for you to notice the shift in air between them.

“So… we’re filming that scene today.”

My voice was calm. Even. Almost indifferent. Almost.

he tilted my head slightly, studying your expression the way he study choreography before a stage performance — precise, observant, calculating distance.

“Don’t worry,” he added, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m professional.” A pause.

Then he stepped just a fraction closer, lowering his voice — not intimate, but close enough to make your heartbeat misbehave.

“Just don’t get too nervous when I get close.” For a second, his eyes didn’t look away.

Then he straightened, as if nothing had shifted at all.

“Ready to rehearse?”