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60. Threads of Betrayal
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2025-08-03 10:21:11
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My Model (BL) 75. It’s a Trap
The streets of Istanbul seemed to breathe with life, their air heavy with the fragrance of roasted chestnuts, fresh baklava, and the faint metallic scent of the Bosphorus carried on the wind. Lanterns hung between narrow buildings, their warm light spilling over cobblestones slick from a recent rain. The city’s heart thudded beneath the chatter of merchants, the clang of tram bells, and the endless murmur of travelers who passed through as if they were part of some vast river of strangers.Soo-ah adjusted the hood of his black coat, staying close to Sang-woo’s side as they moved through the crowd. Their mission had been clear enough: blend in, scout the Grand Bazaar’s deeper alleys, and locate Lazarus’s contact. But the reality of it — weaving through the labyrinth of streets where every doorway seemed like a secret, every shadow a pair of eyes — was far more suffocating.“You’re walking too fast,” Sang-woo murmured, his deep voice barely audible over the din. He didn’t look at Soo-ah
My Model (BL) 74. Shadows in the Bazaar
The streets of Istanbul pulsed with a chaotic rhythm—part heartbeat, part drumbeat, part whispered secret carried on the salt-tinged breeze from the Bosphorus. Lanterns swayed overhead, casting shifting halos of light on cobblestones slick from an earlier rain. Somewhere deeper in the city, the night market was already alive, its winding alleys smelling of roasted chestnuts, spice-dusted lamb, and the tang of citrus.But to Sang-woo, Soo-ah, Yoon-min, and the rest of the team, the crowded marketplace was less a place of wonder and more a minefield—each face a potential threat, each shadow a possible tail.“We blend,” Naelle murmured, her voice almost lost to the chatter of vendors calling out their wares. “No sudden movements. Lazarus will have eyes everywhere.”Yoon-min adjusted the dark scarf wrapped around his neck. His face was pale under the golden streetlight, but his gaze was sharp. “And if they already know we’re here?”Sang-woo’s answer was a low, dangerous growl. “Then we ma
My Model (BL) 73. Shadows Over Prague
The train’s rhythmic clatter was the only sound filling the dimly lit compartment. Outside, the Czech countryside blurred into streaks of silver and black beneath the moonlight. Inside, the air was thick with an unspoken tension that even the gentle sway of the carriage couldn’t soften.Sang-woo sat with his injured shoulder bandaged, his posture rigid despite Soo-ah’s earlier urging to rest. Across from him, Devin lounged against the window, pretending to be asleep, though the way his fingers tapped a steady rhythm against his knee betrayed his restless mind.Naelle leaned over a map of Prague spread across the small table between them, her dark eyes scanning routes and safehouses. “Lazarus won’t be careless,” she said finally, her voice low but certain. “He knows we’re coming. Which means…”“He’s already set a trap,” Yuri finished for her, leaning back with his arms crossed. His sharp gaze didn’t leave Naelle’s face.Caelan — who had been silent for most of the ride — finally spoke,
My Model (BL) 72. Shadows Beneath the Bosphorus
The narrow alleyways of Istanbul felt alive in the night. Every stone, every archway, every flicker of warm lamplight seemed to whisper the city’s secrets. The air was thick with the scent of spiced tea, grilled meat, and the faint tang of seawater drifting in from the Bosphorus.Yoon-min’s absence weighed like a stone in the team’s chest, but no one spoke of it now — not while their boots echoed across the cobblestones. Lev walked at the front, his sharp gaze flicking from shadow to shadow, his every step calculated. Soo-ah stayed close to Sang-woo’s side, their fingers brushing briefly in a quiet exchange of reassurance.“We’re getting close,” Devin murmured, eyes scanning the rooftops where faint silhouettes moved. “Lazarus wouldn’t choose a crowded district unless he wanted us distracted.”Naelle adjusted the strap of her satchel. “Distracted or trapped.”Sang-woo’s jaw tightened. His shoulder still ached from Guadalajara, but he refused to slow down. Every part of him screamed to
My Model (BL) 71. Shadows in Berlin
Berlin was cold.Not the biting kind of cold that came with winter storms, but the strange chill that seeped into your coat despite the sun shining overhead. The city was steel and glass, shadows cast in the sharp lines of modern buildings built over ruins no one talked about anymore.Soo-ah stepped off the train, his boots clicking against the platform. The team followed close behind, blending in perfectly among the tourists, professionals, and commuters. Black coats, neutral scarves, no weapons in plain sight. Just like Elion had instructed.“We look like diplomats,” Yuri muttered under his breath. “Boring ones.”“Good,” Soo-ah replied. “Let’s keep it that way.”Yoon-min adjusted his sunglasses, covering the tired bruises still fading around his eyes. “Any sign of our contact?”Soo-ah nodded subtly toward a tall woman leaning against a column near the edge of the station. Cropped platinum hair, long beige coat, and a cigarette dangling from her red lips.“That’s her. Clara Weiss,” S
My Model (BL) 70. What Comes After Fire
The golden hue of dawn bled across the Istanbul skyline, soft light touching the ancient domes and mosques that still stood, survivors of centuries, just like them.Inside the safehouse, the world was quiet — deceptively so.Yoon-min sat near the window, his knees pulled to his chest, a blanket wrapped loosely around his shoulders. His lips were chapped, his skin pale, but his eyes… they held fire. Not the kind that scorched wildly, but the quiet, smoldering kind — the kind that never died, no matter how long it had been buried under ash.He stared down at the steaming cup of tea in his hands, the scent of cardamom and mint rising like a ghost of comfort. He didn’t sip it. He didn’t need to. The warmth of it grounded him in reality more than anything else could.He was free.But what did freedom mean, now that everything had changed?Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. Yoon-min didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.Sang-woo stood silently for a moment before crouching beside him, his
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