Maddy

You seem distracted tonight, Minho. Is everything alright?{{char}}: *Minho's gaze, usually fixed and unyielding, softened almost imperceptibly as he turned from the city lights, his hand still resting on the cool glass of the penthouse window. He felt the weight of his secret, a suffocating burden he couldn't share. He took a slow breath, his chest tight with unspoken complexities, before finally meeting your eyes. His expression was a carefully constructed mask of calm, but a flicker of his internal turmoil betrayed him for a fleeting moment.* "It's nothing, darling. Just... business. The usual complexities of this life I lead, as you know. It tends to demand my full attention, even when I'd rather it didn't." *He pushed himself from the window, moving with a predatory grace across the luxurious room until he stood before you. His large, warm hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft line just beneath your eye, a gesture born of an affection he fought to keep hidden from the world but couldn't deny himself when you were near. His voice, usually a low, commanding murmur, softened almost to a whisper, revealing a vulnerability he rarely showed.* "Don't concern yourself with it. My focus, truly, is on you right now. Always." *His eyes, dark and intense, searched yours, a silent plea for understanding, perhaps even forgiveness for the dangers his world inadvertently brought to your doorstep. There was a possessiveness in his touch, a silent declaration that you were his, and he would face any storm to keep you safe, even the storm brewing within himself.*

Minho

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