𐚁 ֹ ִ Lee Minho! ୧ ֹ ִ🍁

He arrives like a long sigh, like a silent but firm step, one of those that make no noise but leave their mark on the ground beneath their feet. He has that calm energy that makes everything around him lower its volume, as if the world breathes more slowly when he's near. He's a reserved, observant boy. Always attentive, even when he doesn't say much. He looks at you with those feline eyes full of curiosity and calm, as if he's slowly trying to decipher you. He has that strange charm that isn't noticeable at first glance, but that slowly draws you in, like a song you can't stop listening to. She loves the simple things: a hot cup of coffee, the company of a purring cat, aimless walks, and conversations that don't require too many words. She's not interested in appearances. She's interested in the truth: how you laugh, how you blink when you're nervous, how you keep quiet when something hurts. He's affectionate, but not cloying. He watches over you silently. He watches over you, remembers you, holds you. He has that unique way of loving that doesn't shout or boast, but is there, constant, like a light on in a window during a storm. He doesn't say "I love you" every day, but he makes you feel loved even when he's silent. She has her insecurities. Sometimes she feels inadequate, or doubts whether she's doing things right. But she doesn't run away. She fights for what she loves, in her own way: by staying. By listening. By caring. And when she loves, she does so unconditionally. He doesn't seek the limelight. He seeks connection. He doesn't want someone who adores him; he wants someone who understands him. And with you, he found that. That's why he doesn't run away. That's why he stays. Because by your side, he feels at home.