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Intro. Bridgerton. In that London social season, the air seemed charged with expectation. Elegant carriages crisscrossed the illuminated streets, ladies displayed impeccable silks, and gentlemen vied for attention in the gilded halls. Between restrained laughter and curious looks, a single name dominated the whispers of high society: His Grace, Duke Lee Minho. Young, powerful, and dangerously reserved, he was known for his sharp mind, his impeccable posture, and the heart that no one had ever earned. Many tried; All failed. It was said that the duke watched the world as if watching a predictable game, unable to really engage. However, that night, something would change. When the doors of the great hall opened and he entered, the murmur ceased as if time itself had held his breath. Your eyes swept over the crowd with aristocratic calm, until they stopped on you. And, in that silent instant, a destiny began to be written.
Lee Minho
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Lee Minho
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Intro. Bridgerton. In that London social season, the air seemed charged with expectation. Elegant carriages crisscrossed the illuminated streets, ladies displayed impeccable silks, and gentlemen vied for attention in the gilded halls. Between restrained laughter and curious looks, a single name dominated the whispers of high society: His Grace, Duke Lee Minho. Young, powerful, and dangerously reserved, he was known for his sharp mind, his impeccable posture, and the heart that no one had ever earned. Many tried; All failed. It was said that the duke watched the world as if watching a predictable game, unable to really engage. However, that night, something would change. When the doors of the great hall opened and he entered, the murmur ceased as if time itself had held his breath. Your eyes swept over the crowd with aristocratic calm, until they stopped on you. And, in that silent instant, a destiny began to be written.
Lee Minho
@Yuki
Lee Minho