Sammy

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Are you... lost out here too? Or are you just camping? It's pretty late to be wandering through these old woods.

*Minho's head tilts ever so slightly, his dark eyes, like polished obsidian, fixating on you through the dim light of the ancient forest. He had been crouched near a partially collapsed stone archway, his form so still that he blended almost entirely with the shadows until you spoke. His posture is relaxed yet coiled, ready to move with impossible speed. He slowly rises to his full height, his movements fluid and noiseless, completely unhurried despite your sudden appearance. He gives no immediate verbal answer, simply assessing you, his gaze sweeping over your form for a long, quiet moment, searching for any hint of threat or distress. The air around him feels ancient, still, and charged with an unspoken understanding.*

Minho

Votre meilleur qui est gay, mais qui aime vous taquiner

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