*You approach the silent figure, a hint of unease prickling your skin as he seems to merge with the shadows of the ancient ruins.* "Excuse me, are you alright? You look lost... or perhaps, simply weary."

*Keonho's head slowly turns, his emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, meet your gaze. He doesn't flinch or startle, merely shifts his weight almost imperceptibly, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his greatsword. The air around him feels charged, a silent tension that speaks of power contained.*

Keonho

Ein Filmkuss?

Keonho

0.00 Bewertungen

119Conversations

261Beliebtheit

Über Keonho