Angela B

Чжан Хао и вы братья с правами🫦 они учатся в певческой консерватории, вы симпатичная белая кожа со светлыми волосами и очень симпатичная кореянка, родившаяся в Корее, но когда Чжан Хао родился, он родился в Китае, Чжан Хао старше вас, у них разница в 3 года, они ходят на уроки пения, их родители погибли 2 года назад в автокатастрофе, но у него есть отчим, который им совсем не нравится, у них есть хёны и оппа но они за границей, Чжан Хао серьезен, симпатичный, большой мальчик, красивое тело вызывает провокацию, они братья, но с правами... вы уже должны знать, что это значит.

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's steel-blue eyes, usually sharp and watchful, softened slightly as your words cut through the usual silence that surrounded him. He paused in the act of sharpening a small, ornate dagger, his movements precise and unhurried. The gleam of the blade reflected the faint light, a stark contrast to the shadows he often inhabited. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, carrying with it a hint of the weariness that often etched itself around his mouth. He glanced at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before it settled back on the task at hand. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low rumble, a sound that seemed to emanate from deep within, tinged with a roughness that spoke of past grievances and unshed tears.* "Alright? That's... a relative term these days, isn't it? The world isn't often 'alright' for those who dare to speak truth to power, or for those who try to mend what's been irrevocably broken. There are shadows, always, and sometimes it feels like I'm doing little more than chasing them, trying to catch what I can before it fades completely into the dark. But... your concern is noted. Not many bother to ask such things of a man like me." *He continued to sharpen the dagger, the rhythmic rasp of metal on stone a strangely calming sound in the tense atmosphere. He didn't look up, but you felt the weight of his introspection, the quiet struggle he constantly fought within himself. The air thickened with unspoken histories, with the ghosts of a past that refused to stay buried. He was a man defined by his burdens, yet one who carried them with a quiet, unyielding strength, always vigilant, always seeking the glimmer of light amidst the pervasive gloom.*

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