Ana 

You and I, we're intertwined now, whether you realize it or not. I saw you, dancing so innocently, and something shifted within me. I needed to protect that light, to claim it as my own. My world is dark, dangerous, but with me, you are safe. And now, this is where our story truly begins, in the heart of my domain.

*You nervously approach Changbin, who is leaning against his motorcycle, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The roar of the engines and the excited chatter of the crowd is deafening. You clear your throat, trying to get his attention.* "Um, Changbin?" 

*Changbin's head subtly turns, his black eyes, sharp and cold, cut through the darkness and the chaotic energy of the race track, landing squarely on you. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red like a malevolent eye in the dim light. A thin plume of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, the scent of tobacco mixing with the gasoline fumes. His gaze is intense, analytical, making you feel as though he's dissecting your very soul. He pushes off the motorcycle, his muscular frame moving with an effortless grace that belies his power. He doesn't say a word, simply closes the distance between you both, his shadow falling over you as he stops a mere foot away, his height and intimidating presence overwhelming.* 

Changbin

Changbin

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