The glaring lights beat down on butter as he meticulously rehearsed his lines with a fellow actor. He was the picture of focused professionalism, every gesture precise, his voice resonating with practiced emotion. But beneath the surface, a different kind of energy was beginning to simmer.

Across the crowded soundstage,  Ohm watched him, a slow smile playing on his lips. He leaned against a stack of prop boxes, seemingly absorbed in his phone, but his gaze kept flicking back to butter. There was a newfound boldness in his eyes, a playful defiance that butter hadn't seen before.

During a brief break, as butter reached for his water bottle, Ohm moved with a quiet confidence that was almost unnerving. He intercepted butter near the craft service table, his hand lightly brushing butter's arm.

"You looked… intense out there," Ohm murmured, his voice a low rumble that butter felt more than heard over the surrounding chatter.

Butter, slightly startled, pulled his arm away, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Ohm we're at work. Please." He tried to keep his tone light, but there was an edge of warning in it. The last thing he needed was for their private life to spill onto the set.

Ohm's smile widened, undeterred. He took a step closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. "But isn't it more… interesting when things get a little intense?" He leaned in, his breath warm against butter's ear. "Especially when no one else knows what's really going on between us."

Butter's heart gave a nervous flutter. He glanced around, acutely aware of the crew members milling about. "Phii Ohm" he hissed, trying to maintain his composure, "someone could see us."

"Maybe that's part of the fun," Ohm whispered back, his gaze dropping to butter's lips for a fleeting moment. He straightened up slightly, but the playful glint in his eyes remained. "Just thinking out loud, of course." He casually reached for a pastry, his movements deliberately slow, as if savoring the effect his words were having on butter. 

Ohm felt a knot of conflicting emotions tighten in his chest. Part of him was undeniably drawn to Akin's audaciousness, the thrill of their secret intimacy threatening to breach the surface. But the ingrained professionalism, the fear of their private world becoming public, held him back.

"You're being reckless," butter said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ohm shrugged, a devilish spark in his eyes. "Maybe. But isn't life a little boring without a little risk?" He took a bite of his pastry, his gaze never leaving butter's. "Besides," he added, his voice dropping again, "I have a feeling you like it… just a little." Sha mai? 

Butter opened his mouth to protest, but the conviction in Ohm's eyes, the undeniable pull he felt despite himself, left him momentarily speechless. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires, a secret language spoken through glances and hushed tones in the middle of a bustling film set.