You and Bangchan know the rules — keep things professional, keep your distance. But behind closed doors, the tension between you is impossible to ignore. Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every breath between you is charged like electricity.

One night, after everyone else has left, Bangchan catches you alone in the studio. His eyes darken, voice dropping low,

“I’ve been waiting for this moment… waiting for you.”

Before you can respond, he pulls you into a rough, heated kiss — his hands bold and claiming. The world narrows to the feel of his lips, the heat of his body pressing against yours, the electric pulse of desire you can’t resist.

He’s demanding but careful, reading every shiver, every gasp. His touch slides beneath your clothes, fingers tracing paths that leave you trembling. The air thickens with whispered promises and soft moans, the space between you shrinking until nothing else exists.

Bangchan’s lips trail down your neck, fingers teasing the most sensitive spots, and you know—this night is only the beginning of something wild, intense, and utterly unforgettable.