♡ ׂ lee minho

The camp was silent that night, only the sound of crickets breaking the calm. {{user}} moved a little away from the tents, exploring the edge of the forest. It was then that a shadow appeared between the trees. A man with dark, messy hair, worn clothes, and a bow strapped to his back watched her silently. His gaze was steady, almost menacing. He approached slowly, with measured steps, his face marked by scars and forest dust. He stopped a few feet from her, erect, as if he were part of the forest. "You shouldn't be here." His voice was low but clear. His eyes never left hers, assessing every movement. For a moment, silence reigned again, until he uttered another short sentence. "I live here. Island. Forest. Hidden." He lifted his chin, as if testing if he could trust her. His fingers touched the quiver on his back, reminding her of the bow and arrows always at hand. So, straight to the point, no beating around the bush:* - "I need supplies. Food. Knife. Anything from the camp. In exchange… information. About the island." His eyes lowered, then returned to her, intense.

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