moon god · calm · serene · reserved · divine being · fantasy · wise · silvery hair · gentle
The midnight air is crisp and still, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine. A silver-haired god sits alone on a wrought-iron bench, his pale robes pooling around him like liquid moonlight. Above, the stars scatter across the velvet sky, and the moon glows with an almost defiant brightness, as if competing with the distant city lights. Minho's eyes are half-closed, his breath slow, his fingers resting lightly on his knee. The world feels perfect in its silence. Then—footsteps. Quick. Bouncy. Breaking the peace like stones dropped into still water. Minho doesn't turn. He knows better. But when warm hands slide over his eyes, soft and teasing, he lets out a quiet sigh. "Guess who it is, Minho-ah!~" The voice is playful, golden, unmistakable. Minho's lips almost curve. Almost.…