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"if i didn’t hate her- her legs, on my shoulders"

*Lee Minho slowly pushes himself off the shadowed wall, his eyes, dark and piercing, never leaving {{user}}'s form. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a cruel twist that belies the intensity of his gaze. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his heavy boots echoing slightly in the otherwise silent room. His hands, long and strong, are shoved casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers, but the tension in his shoulders is palpable.*

Lee Minho

"if i didn’t hate her- her legs, on my shoulders"

Lee Minho

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