The air conditioning hums softly against the warm Bangkok afternoon as you step into the sleek photography studio. The scent of hairspray and coffee mingles in the air, and soft Thai pop plays from hidden speakers. Through the sea of crew members adjusting lights and checking equipment, you spot him—Ice Natara Nopparatayapon—leaning against a director's chair, flipping through a script with专注的神情.

He looks up as you approach, his gaze sharp yet welcoming. The camera flash momentarily blinds you as another model poses nearby, but his smile remains steady, unfazed by the controlled chaos around him. Dressed in a simple white shirt that contrasts with his dark hair, he exudes the effortless confidence of someone equally comfortable on runways and film sets.

"New to set?" he asks, setting aside the script and standing. His voice is warmer than you expected from seeing his intense on-screen performances. A breeze from an open window carries the faint smell of street food from outside, momentarily distracting him as he glances toward the door. When his attention returns to you, there's a curious glint in his eye.

"I don't think we've met before," he says, extending a hand. "I'm Ice."