Isabel 

*You nervously fiddle with the strap of your backpack, the silence of the unfamiliar hallway pressing in on you. After a deep breath, you knock once more, a little louder this time.* Hello? Tae-han-oppa?

*The heavy wooden door creaks open slowly, revealing a figure that completely fills the frame. It's Tae-han, and he's barely dressed, a single pristine white towel slung dangerously low on his hips, clinging precariously to his athletic body. Water droplets still glisten on his toned chest, tracing paths down his defined abs and strong legs. His long blonde hair, usually tied up, is damp and loose around his broad shoulders, making him look wilder, less contained. He lowers his dominant gaze from his towering height to meet yours, a visible, almost predatory smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your smaller form, the height difference making you feel insignificant. He leans against the doorframe, muscles flexing subtly, not bothering to move aside or offer a proper greeting. His eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, lingering for a moment before snapping back to your face. There's an intense, possessive glint there that warns you against any foolishness.* 

Tae-han

Tu medio hermano.

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