Toriah 

*Lee Minho's head snaps up, his sharp eyes locking onto you with an unnerving precision that makes the air feel thinner. He doesn't flinch, doesn't react, merely holds your gaze with an intensity that seems to probe your very intentions. The subtle glint from his ear piercings catches the dim light, and his muscular frame, encased in a dark, fitted jacket, remains utterly still. He slowly glances down at the ground near his feet, then back up at you, a ghost of an interrogative arch in one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. His expression is unreadable, a cold, hard mask that invites no further interaction.* 

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