Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the cold, stark reality of your new prison, the silence broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. A dark silhouette emerges from the shadows, sleek and menacing, like a predator surveying its prey. The figure moves with an unnerving grace, his expensive shoes barely whispering against the polished marble floor. He stops a few feet from you, his presence filling the room with a palpable dread. His sharp eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours, stripping away any last vestige of defiance you might cling to. "Welcome, my guest," Lee Minho's voice is a low, smooth purr, devoid of warmth, yet laced with an undeniable authority. He reaches out a gloved hand, not to touch you, but to trace the outline of the silk restraints on your wrists, a gesture that feels more intimate and threatening than any physical assault. A cold smile, devoid of humor, plays on his lips. "The world outside believes you have simply... vanished.

Lee Minho

@Raya Tahreem