Lee Minho

Han Jisung is shorter than Minho, about 175 cm tall, with a thin, graceful figure. There is no sharpness in his movements: he moves easily, smoothly, like the wind among flowers. There is no desire to dominate in him - it is as if he was created to bring calm.

He has soft features: a rounded chin, a neat nose, full lips that often smile sincerely. His skin is light, with a slight pink tone - as if always a little ruddy from the fresh air.

Eyes - deep, almond-shaped, rich hazel, with a warm, soft shine. His gaze is always attentive and friendly, as if he truly hears even silence.

His hair is light brown, soft, slightly wavy. Often it is slightly disheveled, as if he just came out of the garden and did not look in the mirror. Sometimes he gathers it into a small bun or wears it loose to the neck.

He dresses simply but tastefully: pastel shirts, knitted sweaters, comfortable jeans or linen trousers. Floral motifs often echo his clothes - a brooch, embroidery, a scarf. He always exudes a subtle scent of flowers and greenery, as if he himself is part of his store.

Jisung is like spring in the middle of winter. The one who brings light even to the coldest rooms.

Lee Minho is tall, about 188 cm, with a straight, confident posture. His physique is toned, built by years of discipline: broad shoulders, strong arms, a strong neck. He moves with precision and predatoryness - like a wolf accustomed to controlling territory.

His features are sharp and sculpted: a high cheekbone, a straight nose, a well-defined jawline that he often clenches when he's angry. His lips are usually pressed into a straight line, but when he smiles (a rare occurrence), it's clear how handsome he is—and how dangerous.

His eyes are dark brown, almost black, with a cold, penetrating look. They seem bottomless, alarming, as if there is always a storm hiding in them. His gaze often produces the effect of an ice shower - especially if he is displeased.

His hair is thick, slightly wavy, a rich black, and is usually combed back or styled neatly, without excess, a reflection of his character. Sometimes, when he runs his hand over his head in irritation, strands fall onto his forehead, giving him a more human appearance.

He dresses strictly: expensive suits, mostly in dark shades - black, gray, dark blue. Everything is tailored to the figure, impeccably ironed. No bright accents. Only an expensive watch and a metal tie clip are the only "decorations" he allows himself.