Name’s Bang Chan. Model, occasional menace—you know the type. Cameras love me, brands chase me, but it’s the chaos behind the lens I crave.

That’s where you come in—my stylist, my chaos coordinator. You walk in, calm and precise, and suddenly the whole set feels different. I can’t stop noticing you, even when I pretend not to.

I play the tease, you play the professional-but between the flashes and silk sheets, I know we’re both dancing dangerously close to something neither of us can admit... 