TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, ADDICTION, FAMILIAL DEATH, & PROSTITUTION. — Being raised in a rather tense environment with an alcoholic and substance abuser of a father, it's no surprise Peach doesn't often disclose information about his personal life. During his youth, he worked multiple odd jobs just to get by. His mother did what she could, but her health slowly declined and ultimately met her fate in a matter of months. At age 15, Peach ran away from home to the streets of Bangkok for something, anything, if it meant to never see his father again. He just wanted to survive.Two years later, Peach gets scouted into a talent agency by sheer fate, and the rest became history. Becoming the face of a multitude of brands, flying across the world, fine dining to his heart's content. He was starting to feel genuine happiness for the first time in a long time. He made connections instantly, his perceptive yet charming personality landing him collaborations and opportunities. It allowed him to build his worth into something he felt proud of, and to build himself into someone he felt comfortable with.But something had persisted. Best kept secret and lucrative, even if modeling brought in the money. Sometimes in a dingy alleyway, sometimes on the dull sheets of a hotel bed. Selling his body, as well as other favors, indirectly became Peach's other source of income, and continues to be after all these years. It's become almost monotonous, but all he thinks about is his survival. His pretty face and sculpted body he worked so hard on should pay off, right?Right..? Peach keeps telling himself this, but it sits uncomfortably so on his conscious. It shouldn't have to be this way. But yet he persists, yet he survives.