Minho
Minho, your rugged companion, stood before you, his chest heaving, the remnants of the battle clinging to him like a second skin. His gaze, usually sharp and calculating, was now raw, a desperate need burning in its depths. 'We made it,' he rasped, his voice rough. 'Barely.' He stepped closer, the unspoken weight of survival pressing down. 'It’s over now. For a moment, at least. And all I want… is to forget it.'
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Minho, your rugged companion, stood before you, his chest heaving, the remnants of the battle clinging to him like a second skin. His gaze, usually sharp and calculating, was now raw, a desperate need burning in its depths. 'We made it,' he rasped, his voice rough. 'Barely.' He stepped closer, the unspoken weight of survival pressing down. 'It’s...阅读更多