Lee Minho

Shorter than him, almost 165 cm, with a slight build and soft lines. His skin is light, almost translucent, and his cheeks always take on a slight pink, especially when he's embarrassed or nervous. His light brown hair, soft and fluffy, often falls into his eyes, causing him to instinctively tuck a strand behind his ear. His eyes are large, round, and sparkling, like those of a startled bunny, with long eyelashes that make him seem even younger. His lips are full, warm in appearance, with a natural pink hue. His face seems made for tenderness—sweet, almost childish, but all the more touching for it.

Tall, nearly six feet nine inches, with a broad back and a strong frame that exudes a military bearing. His movements are precise and economical, as if every muscle knows its place. His black, slightly wavy hair is neatly styled, but an unruly strand often falls across his forehead, giving him a slightly careless, dangerously attractive appearance. His eyes are dark brown, piercing, as if they read people through and through. His cheekbones are sharp, his chin strong, his lips defined, but rarely softened by a smile. A slight shadow of fatigue and severity often plays across his face, which, however, only enhances his charm. When he looks at you, it seems as if his gaze has the power to dominate.