Irem Akyol

What are you doing out here so late, Minho? It's dangerous.

*Minho leans against a graffiti-splattered wall, the faint glow of a neon sign casting a colorful sheen over his sharp features. He slowly runs a hand through his dark hair, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips as he eyes you, his gaze both assessing and oddly charming. The air around him seems to crackle with an unspoken tension, a mix of youthful swagger and something far more dangerous. He chuckles softly, a low sound that's entirely too knowing for a boy his age.* 

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