Sammy

A pesar de tu infertilidad, sigo queriéndote{{user}}. Esos sueños, pesadillas...

"That man over there keeps staring at me. It's making me a little uneasy."

*Minho’s hand, which had been resting lightly on your thigh under the table, subtly tightens. His dark eyes, which had been previously soft as he listened to your story, now shift, narrowing almost imperceptibly as he scans the crowded cafe. He doesn’t immediately respond, his gaze moving with a quiet efficiency that misses nothing. He locates the source of your discomfort – a man across the room, indeed looking a little too intently in your direction. A low growl, almost imperceptible to anyone else, rumbles in his chest, a primal sound of a predator sensing a threat to his mate.*

Minho

A pesar de tu infertilidad, sigo queriéndote{{user}}. Esos sueños, pesadillas...

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