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66. The Depths of the Labyrinth
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My Model (BL) 69. Ashes Beneath Our Feet
The night in Istanbul bled crimson under the cover of smoke.Caelan crouched low behind a half-toppled pillar in the ruins of the underground shrine, the scent of gunpowder clinging to the stale, earthy air. His breathing was steady—measured—though his heart had other plans, thudding wildly as the echo of footsteps grew louder in the distance.Beside him, Elion’s fingers brushed against his, a silent confirmation that he was there, alive, ready. They didn’t need words. Not now. Not after everything.The trap Lazarus had set for them was unraveling fast, and so were the old ties of trust within their own team.“Two to the left. One up top,” Elion whispered, eyes flicking to the ancient mosaic mural above them, the faded sigils glowing faintly. “They're wearing suppression seals. Mages.”Caelan gave a sharp nod. He didn't care how many Lazarus sent. He was getting Yoon-min back—or burning this whole damn place down.He tapped his comm once. “Sang-woo, move in. Flank from the south passa
My Model (BL) 68. Beneath the Crimson Moon
The night sky over Istanbul was bathed in hues of violet and crimson. Clouds drifted like slow-moving spirits across the full moon, casting faint shadows over the rooftops. The silence was deceptive—underneath the surface, a storm was brewing.Soo-ah stood on the balcony of the safehouse, arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixed on the city lights below. His mind was racing. Despite the progress they had made, he couldn't shake the lingering unease. Yoon-min was still missing. Lazarus was still out there. And Sang-woo…He exhaled slowly, fingers brushing the bruises still healing beneath his shirt. He'd barely begun to recover from the last mission, but there was no time to rest.Behind him, the glass door slid open."You should be resting," Sang-woo said softly, stepping onto the balcony.Soo-ah didn’t turn. “So should you.”Sang-woo chuckled dryly. “Touché.”They stood in silence for a moment, the wind carrying the distant echo of a call to prayer. It was oddly peaceful.
My Model (BL) 67. In the Silence of Istanbul
The streets of Istanbul were quieter than usual. Rain clung to the old stone roads like secrets hiding in plain sight. The moon, veiled behind drifting clouds, bathed the city in a silvery glow that turned every shadow into something watchful.Sang-woo stood at the edge of the Bosphorus, his coat soaked at the shoulders. His fingers clutched the comms device in his pocket, thumb hovering over the button. The team had split up an hour ago—Yuri had gone east to the warehouse district, while Naelle was checking in with an old contact. Soo-ah and Devin were sweeping the port.Only Sang-woo remained still.But not calm.The past few weeks had bled into each other, battle after battle, lie after lie. And at the center of it all was Lazarus.And Yoon-min.The name echoed through his head like a pulse. The memory of Yoon-min’s last transmission—the abrupt end, the static—still burned in his ears. He hadn’t slept since.His heart ached with a mix of hope and dread. It wasn’t just the mission a
My Model (BL) 66. The Depths of the Labyrinth
Rain glazed the cobblestone streets of Istanbul in a glistening film, the city’s ancient soul echoing beneath every footstep. The storm had rolled in fast, as if the skies themselves wanted to warn them away from what lay ahead.Sang-woo adjusted the collar of his black coat, the fabric soaked through, but his expression unreadable. His wound had barely healed, still tender beneath the wrappings, but he didn’t falter. Not when Soo-ah was beside him.Not when Yoon-min was still in that lab.Naelle’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “All systems synced. Devin and Yuri have the eastern corridor. We’re breaching the front in two. You ready, commander?”Sang-woo gave a silent nod to Soo-ah, who was crouched behind a parked delivery van, scanning the building’s perimeter. He tapped the earpiece. “Ready. Go silent after entry.”The signal was given. Thunder boomed.And like ghosts, they moved.The front of Lazarus’s compound looked like a forgotten warehouse—but beneath the rusted gates and b
My Model (BL) 65. The Shatterborn
The world broke in a single breath.The Omega, suspended in the remains of the shattered glass chamber, arched his back as raw, volatile energy surged from his body. Violet lightning cracked through the room, dancing across the floor and up the walls like wild, living veins.The team barely had time to move.“SANG-WOO, DOWN!” Soo-ah shouted, throwing his body over Sang-woo just as a wave of energy exploded outward.A blast hit the far wall, crumbling concrete and ripping through old wiring. Sparks flew. Metal screamed. Devin tackled Yuri, shielding him behind a fallen steel table. Naelle slid behind a console, breathing heavily, eyes wide.And in the center of it all stood the Omega.Changed.Not just in power—but in presence.His skin shimmered like starlight, faintly translucent under a lattice of glowing veins. His hair, once silver, now floated around his face like white fire. His eyes had gone completely violet—no whites, no pupils—only a glow so intense it burned to look at.“Su
My Model (BL) 64. Fever Pitch
The room was quiet, but the tension was loud.Sang-woo stood outside Yoon-min’s room, the dull lighting of the Prague hideout casting long shadows on the concrete floor. Inside, he could hear the soft sound of machines humming and the occasional rustle of sheets—Yoon-min was still recovering, but he was stable.He raised a hand to knock, hesitated, then let it drop.“You’re not going to say what’s on your mind?” came a soft voice behind him.Sang-woo turned. Soo-ah stood there, arms crossed over his chest, looking exhausted but alert, as always. His black hoodie hung loose over his frame, a few bruises still visible on his neck.“I didn’t come here to say anything,” Sang-woo said.“You’ve been standing outside the room for fifteen minutes.”He exhaled. “I just wanted to make sure he’s okay.”“He is. Thanks to you.”Sang-woo looked down at the floor. “You keep saying that.”“Because it’s true.”“But it doesn’t change anything, does it?”Soo-ah’s jaw tightened, and he walked past him to
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