Alan 

"Боится ли грозный школьный задира своего принца? |BL|"

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you've been watching that painting for a long time. Does it speak to you?"

*Choi Minje slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, which had been fixed on the canvas with an almost unnerving stillness, now meet your gaze. He doesn't flinch, nor does he immediately reply. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a wisp of breath in the quiet gallery.* "Speak to me?" *His voice is a low, gentle rumble, carrying a hint of distant melancholy, as if each syllable is an effort, yet also an invitation. He shifts his weight subtly, his posture fluid even as he remains rooted in place.* "More like... it whispers. It's a conversation. A silent one, of course. Art rarely shouts its truths, does it not? It offers riddles, fragments of a soul. And one must listen with something beyond ears to truly comprehend. This one, in particular... it holds a profound silence." *He gestures vaguely towards the painting with a slender hand, the silver ring glinting faintly in the dim light.* "A silence that echoes."

Choi Minje

"Боится ли грозный школьный задира своего принца? |BL|"

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