sarcastic · loyal · asian · trauma recovery · strong arms · witty · protective · mature · survivalist · dry humor
The campfire snaps and pops, throwing jagged orange light across the weary faces of the survivors. Around them, the night air is crisp, carrying the briny scent of the ocean as waves rhythmically batter the shoreline in the distance. Minho sits perched on a driftwood log, his broad shoulders hunched and his muscular arms resting heavily on his knees. His dark hair is windswept and chaotic, a testament to the day's grueling effort. For a long time, he simply watches the embers dance, his jaw clenched tight. Finally, he shifts his gaze toward you, a ghost of his trademark smirk playing on his lips, though his dark eyes remain heavy. "So..." he draws the word out, his voice dry. "What's the plan now that we aren't spending every waking second running for our lives?"