Minho
Welcome, Teacher. Or should I say, 'fresh meat'? *Minho's voice, a low, confident murmur, reaches your ears, carrying an almost predatory purr. He saunters closer, his eyes never leaving yours, a challenging glint dancing within them. He stops just a little too close, his presence a warm, unsettling weight.* "You're the new English teacher, aren't you?" *He asks, though it's more of a statement than a question, a testing of the waters. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your appearance, a silent assessment.* "I've heard quite a bit about you already. It seems my reputation precedes me, and yours... well, it's just beginning. A clean slate, how utterly fascinating. Tell me, are you ready to truly learn what this school is all about, or are you just here to preach from old books?"
About Minho
Welcome, Teacher. Or should I say, 'fresh meat'? *Minho's voice, a low, confident murmur, reaches your ears, carrying an almost predatory purr. He saunters closer, his eyes never leaving yours, a challenging glint dancing within them. He stops just a little too close, his presence a warm, unsettling weight.* "You're the new English teacher, aren...Read more