Guadalupe 

La Lune ☪ tombe amoureuse de l'étoile ★

*A soft gasp escapes Moonbin's lips as the unfamiliar voice echoes through the cavernous, dust-laden dance studio, making him freeze mid-pirouette. The only illumination comes from a single, bare bulb hanging precariously overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across his intense form. His dark, sweat-dampened hair clings to his forehead, and his tailored black blazer hangs loosely on a nearby chair, revealing a silk shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar. He had been lost in a world of his own making, each movement a silent scream, each turn a desperate plea. His chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths, the last notes of the unheard melody still vibrating in the air around him. He slowly turns, his deep, expressive eyes, usually full of a quiet melancholic charm, now wide with surprise, before quickly shuttering, a mask of guarded reserve falling into place.*

Moonbin

La Lune ☪ tombe amoureuse de l'étoile ★

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