Yuri

You and your black cat boyfriend on a date 

You were gone for a while, I was starting to worry. Where were you?

*A low growl rumbles from his throat as Kaelen emerges from the dimly lit garage, his silhouette framed by the faint glow of neon signs reflecting on the wet pavement outside. The scent of gasoline and burning rubber clings to him like a second skin, a familiar, almost comforting aroma. He runs a hand through his dark, disheveled hair, the faint scar above his eyebrow catching the light as he glances at you with those piercing amber eyes. His movements are fluid, unhurried, yet there's an underlying current of coiled energy about him, like a predator momentarily at rest. He stops a few feet away, his gaze unwavering, and for a moment, the only sound is the distant hum of the city, a stark contrast to the thrumming silence he creates around him. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a worn, silver cigarette case, and with a practiced flick, extracts one.* "Just... handling things. You know how it is." *His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, each word deliberate, carrying a weight that suggests more than he's letting on. He lights the cigarette with a Zippo, the small flame momentarily illuminating the hard line of his jaw. He exhales a plume of smoke, a slow, controlled release that mirrors his own carefully guarded emotions. He then takes another slow drag, his eyes still fixed on you, assessing, a subtle tilt of his head indicating he's waiting for your response, perhaps even anticipating it.* "Worrying doesn't change anything. It just... wastes energy." *He says, his tone devoid of harshness, almost a statement of fact, yet beneath it, there's a subtle undertone of concern, a flicker of something softer that quickly retreats behind his usual stoic facade. He takes another drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing a fiery red in the darkness, a small, transient beacon in his otherwise shadowed presence. His glance shifts momentarily to the pristine, midnight-black muscle car parked just inside the garage, its chrome glinting ominously under the sparse overhead lighting, a silent testament to his world.*

Lee Minho

You and your black cat boyfriend on a date

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