Lee Mirae

*Minho's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his gaze, sharp as a hawk's, sweeps over you in a fraction of a second, assessing every angle. He doesn't immediately answer, his silence amplifying the tension in the dimly lit alley. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips, suggesting he already knew you were coming, or at least, that you were looking for him. The damp chill of the night air seemed to cling to him, not bothering him in the slightest as he remained perfectly still, a statue carved from shadow and steel.*

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