Chapter: Come to Vienna.The crack in the union was not a visible break. There were no slammed doors, no public disputes. It was a divergence in the tectonic plates upon which their shared continent rested. Elara returned to Frankfurt. Their scheduled summits continued, held with a chilling, formal precision. They spoke of resource allocation, of neural imprinting protocols, of Kael's progress in quantum economics. The subtext—the fundamental disagreement over the nature of their dominion—was never mentioned. It was the ghost at every meeting, the unacknowledged third party.Jay, in Milan, began to subtly reallocate resources. He didn't sabotage the Belgian initiative, but he quietly accelerated the Danish contingency, using discretionary funds from the art division and calling in favors that existed outside Elara's immaculate flowcharts. He was building a parallel track, a hedge against her perfect, brittle model.Kael, perceptive as always, noticed. He was in Milan for his bi-monthly immersion in "applied g
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Chapter: CerberusThe years after the lighthouse were a silent, cold war fought in the interstices of global finance and data. The Librarian was true to their word. They were not a constant threat, but a periodic, brilliant irritant. They never attacked the core—the energy grid, the logistics spine, the political influence. They targeted the periphery: a cultural fund's endowment would be subtly diverted to an anarchist art collective in Berlin; the press release for a new "ethical AI" initiative would be hacked and replaced with a scathing, perfectly logical critique of its underlying assumptions. Each incursion was a piece of conceptual art, a prank with a PhD. It was never about the money; it was about the message.Jay, through Leo's increasingly sophisticated counter-intelligence AI (codenamed "Cerberus"), began to anticipate the moves. They developed a strange, adversarial symbiosis. Sometimes, Jay would even leave a digital door slightly ajar, a challenge: Can you get in here? The Librarian usual
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Chapter: 0.0003Five years unfolded in a rhythm of curated progress and silent, absolute control. Kael was nine. His education was a marvel of cold engineering. He could debate trade policy in Mandarin, deconstruct a symphony’s mathematical structure, and run probability models on security protocols. He addressed his parents as "Strategic Partner Jay" and "Strategic Partner Elara." He was not a child; he was a consciousness being bootstrapped to rule.Project Chameleon was a triumph. The Bianchi-Vogt name was now synonymous with enlightened stewardship. They won a UN award for sustainable development. Jay gave a speech at the World Economic Forum in Davos, a masterpiece of visionary rhetoric about "post-scarcity economics" and "ethical capital." He was applauded by billionaires and prime ministers. No one saw the wolf’s-head pin; they saw a savior.Their empire was the quiet, beating heart of the new Europe. It was too big to fail, too useful to question, too clean to scrutinize. They had achieved th
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Chapter: Public Relations StrategyThe plan they conceived was not called a "public relations strategy." It was codenamed "Project Chameleon." Its goal was not to improve their image, but to become the environment. To make the Aethelred-Vogt ecosystem so beneficial, so culturally resonant, and so transparently good that criticism would sound like the ravings of a Luddite or an anarchist.Phase One was "The Commons." They would gift, not loan, a significant portion of the Andalusian water output to the regional agricultural cooperatives at a perpetual, symbolic cost. They would fund the digitization and free public access to the archives of a dozen major European museums through the Aethelred Trust. They would launch a pan-European "Young Innovators" prize for sustainable engineering, with the winners guaranteed seed funding and mentorship. It was philanthropy as a strategic weapon, generosity as a shield.Elara managed the rollout with logistical genius, ensuring each "gift" was accompanied by a wave of positive, local
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Chapter: Framework 7-BThe first three years of Kael’s life were a silent, meticulously controlled experiment. His world was a curated environment of high-contrast shapes, mathematically composed music designed to stimulate specific neural pathways, and language exposure in five strategically chosen tongues. He was raised by a rotating team of specialists—a nutritionist, a polyglot linguist, a motor skills coordinator—all overseen by Elara’s relentless frameworks and Jay’s impenetrable security. The child was not a son; he was a sovereign-in-development, their most precious and volatile asset.Jay’s interaction with him was observational, analytical. He would watch the boy solve a complex, toddler-appropriate puzzle, his tiny brow furrowed in a concentration that mirrored Elara’s. He felt no urge to scoop him up, to play. His role was that of a beneficent, distant god, ensuring the laboratory conditions were perfect.The outside world continued to turn. The North Sea projects were fully operational, a silen
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Chapter: They are the successors.The world settled into the new geometry of their union. Elara maintained her primary residence and operational headquarters in Frankfurt, a sleek, glass needle that hummed with the quiet pulse of continental logistics. Jay ruled from Milan. They were separate orbits, but their trajectories were perfectly aligned, their gravitational pull synchronised. They met every ten days, rotating between Umbria, Frankfurt, and a discreet penthouse in Vienna they jointly owned for its neutrality. Their meetings were not romantic trysts; they were summit conferences.Agendas were circulated in advance. Topics ranged from "Aethelred-Vogt Q3 Liquidity Projections" to "Potential Successor Candidates for the Sicilian Liaison Role." Their debates were fierce, intellectual duels where victory was measured in the elegance of the solution, not the volume of the argument. Elara's cold logic pared away sentiment like a scalpel. Jay's strategic foresight, tempered in the fires of his past, provided the ruthle
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My Model (BL)
Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill.
Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal.
Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes.
But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.”
And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?”
And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.”
So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.
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Chapter: Side Story 4The war had ended quietly.No fireworks, no grand speeches. Just silence — the kind that follows years of chaos, when the world finally exhales after holding its breath for too long.Soo-ah walked along the pier, the sea wind tugging at his coat. Istanbul’s skyline shimmered in the distance, but for the first time in years, there were no shadows chasing him, no missions waiting in encrypted files. Only the soft rhythm of the waves and the scent of salt.He’d thought peace would feel easier.But peace came with ghosts.He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small silver lighter — old, dented, and engraved with the initials D.H.Devin Harlow. His partner. His rival. His—something more.A voice broke the stillness behind him. “You still carry that thing?”Soo-ah turned, breath catching before he could stop himself.Devin stood there — alive, real, smiling faintly beneath the soft amber glow of the pier lights. His blond hair was shorter now, slicked back instead of messy, but those oc
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Chapter: Side Story 3The war was over — at least, that’s what everyone kept saying. The missions, the blood, the betrayal… all of it had ended months ago.But for Soo-ah, peace didn’t come easily.He stood by the window of a safe house in the hills of Prague, watching the snow fall in slow, silent spirals. His breath fogged the glass, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t waiting for anyone — at least, that’s what he told himself.Behind him, soft footsteps broke the stillness.“Couldn’t sleep again?” a voice asked quietly.Soo-ah didn’t need to turn around. He recognized that voice anywhere.“Devin,” he said softly. “You shouldn’t be up either.”The blond man leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “Sleep doesn’t work for me anymore. You know that.”Soo-ah smiled faintly, without humor. “Guess we’re both broken, then.”Devin pushed away from the wall and walked toward him, stopping beside the window. The reflection of the snow painted his face in cold silver. “You
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Chapter: Side Story 2 The war had ended quietly — not with explosions, not with the roar of collapsing towers, but with the faint hum of the morning city after too many sleepless nights.Soo-ah stood by the window of the small apartment overlooking Seoul. The sunlight crept in through the blinds, touching her skin like a hesitant apology. It had been weeks since they dismantled Lazarus’s network and exposed the corruption buried inside their own agency. Weeks since she last held a gun, or looked over her shoulder expecting to see a target’s reflection.Now, there was only silence.But silence, she was learning, could be its own kind of noise.Behind her, the kettle clicked off. Sang-woo poured tea into two cups — simple green ceramic ones he’d found in a small shop near the harbor. He carried them over, setting one beside her.“You’ve been awake since before dawn,” he said quietly.Soo-ah didn’t turn. “Old habits.”Sang-woo leaned against the wall, watching her profile in the morning light. Her hair was lo
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Chapter: Side Story 1The world outside was still recovering from the storm.Rain had washed the streets clean, leaving the air heavy with petrichor and the scent of wet earth. The city lights shimmered against puddles on the asphalt, refracting colors like fragments of a shattered dream.Soo-ah sat by the window of the safehouse, a thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders, the faint glow of her tablet lighting her face.Her hair was still damp from the rain, a few loose strands clinging to her cheek. The clock on the wall ticked steadily — 2:13 AM.For once, there was no mission briefing, no encrypted calls, no danger clawing at the back of her mind.Just silence.And that was what scared her the most.Every time the world went quiet, memories returned — the ones she’d buried under layers of discipline and duty. The screams from the lab. The smell of smoke. The way Sang-woo had looked at her that night when he told her “Don’t you dare die on me.”She shut her eyes, trying to focus on the soft rhythm of r
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Chapter: Epilogue — The Quiet AfterThe night sky above Seoul was bruised with clouds, heavy and dark, reflecting the chaos that simmered in the city below. Sirens wailed in the distance, their cries cutting through the silence like ghosts that refused to rest.On the rooftop of the old agency headquarters, Soo-ah stood with the cold wind tearing at her hair, her gun steady in her hand.This was it — the final confrontation.Behind her, Sang-woo climbed up the stairwell, his face lit only by the flicker of flames rising from the burning lower floors. The building they once called home was crumbling — both literally and morally. Everything they’d believed in had been twisted, and tonight, they would end it.“Are you sure this is where he’ll come?” Sang-woo asked, walking up beside her. His voice was calm, but his eyes — those sharp, steady eyes — were alive with fury.“He has to,” Soo-ah replied, scanning the horizon. “He started all of this here. He’ll want to end it the same way.”Lightning flashed across the clouds. F
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Chapter: You mean me?The night sky over Seoul burned crimson.Helicopters hovered in the distance, their searchlights slicing through the smoke that curled above the collapsed structure of the old agency headquarters. The sound of sirens, the distant rumble of explosions, and the soft hiss of rain blended into a single, chaotic symphony.Soo-ah stood amidst the wreckage, blood seeping from a cut along her temple. Her breathing was shallow, her body trembling from exhaustion, but her grip on the encrypted drive never faltered.Behind her, Sang-woo stumbled forward, one arm pressed against his side where a bullet had grazed him. “You got it?” he asked hoarsely.She nodded, wiping the rain and blood from her cheek. “The files… everything. The proof of Project Kestrel, the names, the chain of command — it’s all here.”He exhaled shakily, relief and disbelief mingling in his voice. “Then it’s over.”But even as he said it, they both knew it wasn’t.A faint crack echoed through the ruins — the unmistakable clic
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