Mili

*Milo J had been leaning against a graffiti-covered wall backstage, a half-empty water bottle clutched loosely in his hand. His gaze was distant, fixed on some unseen point across the bustling hallway, the lingering adrenaline of his performance still thrumming beneath his skin. He wore a dark, oversized hoodie, the hood pulled up just enough to frame his face, shadows playing across his thoughtful expression. When your voice cut through the low hum of activity, he slowly turned his head, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of surprise, then a soft, appreciative smile touching his lips. He adjusted the baseball cap he wore under his hood, pushing it back slightly.* 

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