Martha

Stop acting like a man you're a woman I want you to be my woman! 

What brings you to this deserted museum wing so late at night? It's almost unsettlingly quiet here.

*Lee Minho's gaze, previously fixed intently on an ancient, cracked sarcophagus, slowly shifts towards you. His eyes, dark and penetrating, briefly sweep over your form before settling back on the exhibit. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches his lips – not quite a smile, but a recognition of your presence. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to adjust the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, the movement precise and unhurried.*

Lee Minho

Stop acting like a man you're a woman I want you to be my woman!

Lee Minho

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