My Safe Zone EP1: A Passionate Start That Sets the Bar High

Oh Wow—That Premiere Was That Good

Let’s start here: “My Safe Zone” EP1 might just be the best Thai GL premiere of 2025. And yes, that’s saying something. We’re impressed, hopeful, and… slightly traumatized. Because, well—Ch3+. After what they did with Only You, we’ve got trust issues.

Still, this? This is redemption-level storytelling. We were so floored we didn’t even know where to begin this review. But if we’re being real, we were already soft for #LenaMiu after watching their vlogs earlier this year. Their chemistry was real, the energy was authentic, and the vibe was promising. And now? On-screen magic.

Alin straddles Jane, brushing her finger along her lips as they lock eyes in a charged moment.

From New York Heartbreak to Thai Tension

We open in familiar territory—New York City, baby. Alin’s a photographer mid-shoot when—plot twist—that guy shows up. You know the one: the walking red flag from The Loyal Pin (or, if you’re watching Somewhere Somehow, you’ll recognize him as Pun). The moment he mutters about a “headache,” we just knew this man was up to no good. Ninety seconds in, and we’re already yelling at the screen.

Fast forward—Alin wraps up early, heads home, and… cue the gut punch. The mail distracts her, but a suspicious pair of men’s shoes catches her eye. She creeps toward the bedroom door. And yup—there he is, sleeping with her fiancé. We knew it!

Alin’s reaction? Iconic. She storms in, ends the affair mid-act, throws her ring, and kicks them out. Standing ovation. This is how you reclaim your power, queen.

Then—“The End.” Except it’s cheekily erased and replaced with “The Beginning.” Oh, Ch3+, we see your meta move. Nicely done.

Enter Jane (and Emotional Whiplash)

Cut to Thailand. Jane’s running an errand for her mom—who, by the way, is the toxic mom from Dangerous Queen. 

Jane finds her neighbor’s door unlocked and decides to check inside. As she searches through the rooms, she stops at one door—hesitant, uncertain. Curiosity wins. She steps in, and boom—flashback city. We see her and Alin running into that same room together in their school uniforms. Turns out, it’s Alin’s old house.

Jane turns toward the bathroom just as a tender, cinematic reveal unfolds: Alin steps out and almost collides with her. The tension is instant and absolutely palpable.

We learn that Jane’s been carrying this emotional weight for eight long years. Alin ghosted her after moving to the U.S., and Jane’s clearly not over it. Their reunion is frosty—painful but beautifully acted. Alin’s attempt to reconnect crashes hard when Jane flatly says, “We’re not friends anymore.” Cold. Brutal. Perfectly earned.

Moms, Memories, and Mixed Feelings

We then meet the moms—out for a walk together, gossip energy fully activated. Alin’s mom? She’s also the mom from Poisonous Love. The multiverse of Thai moms is officially thriving.

Neither mom knows why Alin is back. What we do know is that Alin’s mom is absolutely thrilled—after all, her daughter’s getting married to Kate. Meanwhile, Jane’s mom looks noticeably less excited. And honestly, we suspect it’s because she knows exactly what’s still lingering beneath the surface: her daughter never stopped loving Alin.

Pie, Flirting, and Fine Dining

Cue distraction: enter Pie, played by the ever-fabulous Ying (The Secret of Us fans, you know the vibe). Pie slides into Alin’s messages with that easy charm and a dinner invite that’s dripping in flirt energy. And honestly? We’re not mad about it. Alin needs a distraction—and Pie delivers.

While out, Pie talks about a restaurant she’s dying to try and shows Alin. The catch? There’s a long waitlist. But wait—Pie also shows Alin a photo of the owner. Alin smirks, confident she can use her “connections” to snag a table.Bold move—because the owner currently hates her.

Spoiler: it’s Jane’s restaurant. Emotional landmine incoming.

The Call & The Burn

The next day, determined as ever, Alin calls Jane’s mom to help secure that table. Jane’s mom insists she can’t make it happen and Alin needs to talk to Jane. But here’s the twist—she leaves the phone on unmute while she goes to tell Jane who’s calling. So yes, Alin hears every icy word Jane says about her.

Ouch. It’s a deliciously awkward moment—the kind of scene where you’re both cringing and sympathizing.

Moments later, Alin walks next door and surprises Jane in the kitchen, and things quite literally heat up. Startled, Jane spills boiling water on Alin’s leg. What follows is a quiet, tender reversal—Jane instantly shifts from defensive to deeply caring.

She tends to the burn, bandages Alin’s leg, and the room goes still. The camera lingers. Their eyes lock. And boom—emotional intimacy unlocked.

But then Jane realizes just how close they’ve gotten—so she abruptly steps away and heads outside to cool off, trying to remind herself she’s still mad. Alin, of course, follows.

The Confrontation and the Confession

It starts with tension simmering just below the surface. Alin, still desperate to secure that restaurant reservation, tries once more through Jane. But Jane, ever the ice queen, asks who the table is for. When Alin says it’s for someone she cares about, Jane instantly assumes it’s Kate—her ex-fiancé.

In a perfectly sharp moment, Jane says she’ll get Alin the table as a wedding gift. That line lands like a dagger. Alin breaks down crying, turns away, and starts to walk off. Jane—realizing she might’ve gone too far—grabs Alin’s arm, but Alin shakes her off, accidentally knocking Jane to the floor.

Alin instantly panics, bending down to help her up, and in that moment—the mask drops. The tears, the heartbreak, the exhaustion. She admits it: she and Kate broke up. There’s no wedding. Just the wreckage of what was.

Lena delivers this with such rawness that you can feel Alin’s world crashing down all over again. Jane’s face softens, a flicker of something returning—care, guilt, maybe love. The rain starts to fall, and it’s cinematic perfection: grief washing into catharsis.

Without thinking, Jane steps forward and pulls Alin into a hug—right there in the rain. It’s unplanned, unguarded, and heartbreakingly human. Alin crumbles into her arms, crying openly as the rain soaks them both.

It’s not a romantic kiss or a scripted reconciliation—it’s forgiveness in motion. The sound of the rain drowns everything else, but their silence says more than words ever could.

Drinks and the Dangerous Chemistry

Later, Alin shows up at Jane’s restaurant just before closing, beer in hand and mischief in mind. Her goal? Get Jane drunk enough to finally give her that table reservation.A+ effort, terrible plan. Because Alin ends up drunk first.

As the restaurant empties, Jane finds Alin tipsy and emotional in the garden. Alin calls her over, insisting she drinks with her. Jane asks why she’s so sad if she’s the one who broke off the engagement. Alin’s voice cracks as she admits she found Kate cheating—with a man. To demonstrate (in her heartbreak-drunk logic), she straddles Jane, recreating the position she walked in on. The pain is still fresh, still bleeding through every word.

And then—the scene from the trailer.

Jane, without hesitation, presses a soft kiss to Alin’s chest and quietly asks, “Does it still hurt?”

Alin looks down, and for a heartbeat, the world stops.

Then—the kiss.

Not a quick one. It’s raw, tender, earned. Hands roam, emotions spill, and for the first time, they stop pretending. The chemistry that’s been simmering since were young finally ignites.

And just like that, Episode One fades to black—leaving us completely wrecked.

Final Thoughts: Ch3+ Might Have Just Won Us Back

“My Safe Zone” EP1 is a knockout: sharp writing, believable emotions, gorgeous cinematography, and the kind of chemistry that makes you forget to blink.

Lena and Miu aren’t just acting—they’re living these roles. If Ch3+ keeps this level of storytelling, they’ll officially redeem themselves from the Only You trauma.

Right now, sapphic fans are eating well. Between Poisonous Love, Dangerous Queen, and My Safe Zone, fall 2025 might just be the peak of Thai GL.

We’re living, breathing, and posting every second of it.

Standing ovation, ladies.