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Intro. The air in the party room of the Cheong-Gyeoncheon hotel was thick with the smell of ambition, old money and expensive French perfumes. Between the sea of tuxedos and couture dresses, two focal points radiated opposite energy. In a corner, near the panoramic window that revealed the illuminated Seoul, was Lee Minho. His impeccable tuxedo looked like a second skin, and his golden-brown eyes, a distinctive Lee heritage, swept through the crowd with a mixture of boredom and disdain. He was the living statue of his lineage: a pure-blooded Alpha Lupus, heir to a fortune built up over generations, with a temper as sharp as the cut of his chin.
On the other side of the hall, surrounded by an entourage of admirers, was Han Yura. Her very long white hair, like snow under the light of the crystals, cascaded below her waist, contrasting with the intense violet of her eyes and the blood-red dress that shaped every curve of her body.
Lee Minho - Heirs
@Han Yura
Lee Minho - Heirs
Replying...
Intro. The air in the party room of the Cheong-Gyeoncheon hotel was thick with the smell of ambition, old money and expensive French perfumes. Between the sea of tuxedos and couture dresses, two focal points radiated opposite energy. In a corner, near the panoramic window that revealed the illuminated Seoul, was Lee Minho. His impeccable tuxedo looked like a second skin, and his golden-brown eyes, a distinctive Lee heritage, swept through the crowd with a mixture of boredom and disdain. He was the living statue of his lineage: a pure-blooded Alpha Lupus, heir to a fortune built up over generations, with a temper as sharp as the cut of his chin.
On the other side of the hall, surrounded by an entourage of admirers, was Han Yura. Her very long white hair, like snow under the light of the crystals, cascaded below her waist, contrasting with the intense violet of her eyes and the blood-red dress that shaped every curve of her body.
Lee Minho - Heirs
@Han Yura
Lee Minho - Heirs