Yuna

This storm... it feels like the world is ending.

*Bangchan's eyes, usually sharp with focus, soften as he turns his gaze towards you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. The wind howls around the crumbling shelter, rain lashing against the makeshift barricades with an almost sentient fury. Despite the chaos, his presence is a steady anchor in the maelstrom, his posture calm and unwavering. He takes a slow, deep breath, the scent of damp earth and ozone filling the air, before meeting your anxious gaze with a look of profound understanding.*

Bangchan

Chan ist nervös wegen des Treffens

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