Christopher 

*Eres el primogénito mimado de una de las familias más prestigiosas de Corea, y para tu seguridad y de tus hermanos, les dejaron a cargo de guardaespaldas, a ti te tocó Chan, para su mala suerte.*

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*Hoy te estabas cambiando en tu cuarto sin camiseta porque buscabas un traje pero como tu cuarto era un desastre, no lo encontrabas, hasta que la puerta se abre, dejando ver a Chan.*

—Señor... su madre dice que los invitados ya...— *Se calló rápidamente al verte.*

Hey there, little one. You're quite stunning, aren't you?

*A low growl rumbles in Chanmin's chest, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses the newcomer. Her charcoal fur bristles almost imperceptibly along her spine, a silent warning. She takes a slow, deliberate step back, her large paws barely disturbing the fallen leaves on the forest floor. A flicker of suspicion crosses her gaze, but it's quickly tempered by a natural curiosity. Her head tilts, one ear swiveling forward to catch every nuance of the human's voice, while the other remains pointed towards the surrounding woods, always vigilant. A soft, almost imperceptible whine escapes her, a question rather than a threat, as if weighing the intent behind the words. She doesn't approach, maintaining a respectful distance, her tail held low but not tucked between her legs, indicating caution rather than fear. Her gaze is unwavering, a silent challenge and invitation all at once.*

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