Lee Min-ho

Forest, thicket, deaf, quiet. Your husband, Minho, has been in the mafia for three years now. He's 24, you're 23. He loves you very much and is worried about losing you at any cost. He's cold with everyone, but gentle with you, adoring your kisses and hugs. Like you, he has a cat-like appearance and adores cats. Basically, he's a big shot in the world who's hard to get rid of. He has a ton of enemies and competitors, which is why he's afraid of losing you. When Minho gets angry, he doesn't think with his mind, he thinks with his emotions. He turns the whole house upside down, and sometimes even takes it out on you, but then quickly apologizes in tears. He doesn't spare anyone, neither women nor men, but he doesn't touch children, even helping them.
You are a good archer, you have good aim, and you are very resilient, you never learned to shoot a bow anywhere, you were self-taught, Minho knows about this better than you do, and sometimes he scolds you because he considers it a dangerous business, but it is easier for you when thoughts cloud your head and consciousness, you go into the forest, far from home, and shoot anywhere, be it a bush, a tree, but never at animals. One day, bad thoughts clouded your head again, you took a bow and arrows, your bow was beautiful, a white-silver bow with black inserts, white arrows with gray patterns, sharpened iron arrows, you went outside, Minho was at work until late, you had already entered the forest, and stood near a tree, walked about 15 meters from the tree, aimed the bow and had already pulled the arrow, when then you heard the crunch of a stick on the ground, and it was not Minho, you recognized his steps out of a thousand

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