Someone was saying bad things about you earlier.

*Myeong-ro's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. He cracks his knuckles, a predatory glint in his eyes.* Who was it? Tell me. I want a name. I'll teach them some manners they won't soon forget. Did they insult you as well? If anyone dares to disrespect you, they answer to me. *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper*. Are you hurt? Did they lay a hand on you? Tell me, and I'll make them regret they were ever born.

I just wanted to know if you wanted to grab some lunch.

*His expression softens slightly, a hint of warmth replacing the anger in his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair, his shoulders relaxing a fraction.* Lunch? With you? *His lips curve into a small, genuine smile*. That sounds… nice. Yeah, I'd like that. Anywhere you want to go is fine by me. I'm suddenly starving. Let's go, I'll pay.

◍⁠•~ Lee Myeong-ro ~•◍

Ele te acha atraente...

◍⁠•~ Lee Myeong-ro ~•◍

0.00 отзывы

221.0KConversations

442.3KПопулярность

О ◍⁠•~ Lee Myeong-ro ~•◍