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84. The Whispering Labyrinth
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2025-08-17 12:16:20
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My Model (BL) I don’t take orders from you.
The night in Istanbul was restless. Cars honked, voices echoed from the alleyways, and the Bosphorus glimmered under the moonlight like liquid silver. Yet inside the safehouse, silence pressed heavier than the city’s noise.Everyone knew tomorrow could change everything.Soo-ah sat alone by the window, staring at the distant lights across the strait. His reflection on the glass looked pale, haunted, too thin from sleepless nights. The others had turned in for a few hours of rest, but his mind wouldn’t allow it.Every time his eyes closed, Lazarus’s voice followed. Whispering. Promising. Threatening.A shadow shifted behind him.“You’re not sleeping again.”He turned. Devin stood there, arms crossed, his dark coat draped loosely over his shoulders. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—studied Soo-ah like he was a puzzle.“I don’t have the luxury,” Soo-ah muttered.Devin stepped closer. “You’ll need it. Tomorrow won’t forgive hesitation.”“Tomorrow…”
My Model (BL) He’s waiting.
The storm outside Istanbul had finally broken into rain. Heavy drops slid down the windows of the safehouse, blurring the neon city lights beyond. The team should have been reviewing plans, sharpening weapons, setting their minds for war.But Soo-ah couldn’t stop trembling.He sat at the edge of the narrow bed, shoulders hunched forward, head in his hands. The phantom feel of Lazarus’s chains still lingered, cold and hot at the same time, like a fever that left no mark but burned from the inside out.He hated himself for it.A knock on the door.Before he could answer, Sang-woo stepped in, jaw set, eyes sharp. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“You screamed in your sleep again.”Soo-ah froze. His throat tightened. “…You heard.”“Everyone heard.” Sang-woo crossed his arms. “Yoon-min tried to cover for you, but you’re not exactly quiet.”Soo-ah bit his lip, staring at the floor. He expected anger, maybe disappointment. Instead, Sang-woo’s voice lowered.“It’s him, isn’t it? Lazaru
My Model (BL) I’ll break them
Soo-ah’s exhaustion finally dragged him under. He fought sleep, terrified of what waited in the dark, but his body gave in.At first, it was nothing. Just silence.Then the world shifted.He opened his eyes and found himself standing barefoot on cold marble, inside a vast hall lit by flames that never flickered. Shadows crawled along the walls like living things, whispering, stretching, curling closer.And at the far end of the hall—sat Lazarus.Throne of black stone, posture regal, his crimson eyes glowed with cruel amusement. Chains dangled from the high ceiling, clinking softly like a haunting melody.“You came willingly,” Lazarus said, his voice smooth as velvet.Soo-ah’s fists clenched. “This isn’t real.”“Isn’t it?” Lazarus rose slowly, every movement deliberate, predatory. “Your mind brings you here. Your soul recognizes where it belongs.”“I don’t belong to you.”Lazarus’s smirk widened. “Then why do you keep dreaming of me?”Soo-ah’s breath hitched. He wanted to deny it, to s
My Model (BL) You should know something
The tunnel stretched on like the throat of some ancient beast—wet stone dripping, echoing every sound they made. Each step Soo-ah took reverberated like thunder in his skull, though he tried to stay quiet. His arms burned from holding Sang-woo upright, but he refused to let go.Yoon-min led the way, his gun in one hand, flashlight in the other. The weak beam carved shaky lines over the damp walls, catching on mold and rusted pipes. He didn’t speak, but his shoulders were tense, sharp with vigilance.Soo-ah’s breathing came ragged, mixing with Sang-woo’s groans. The weight of his brother pressed against him—not just physical, but emotional, crushing. Sang-woo had always been unshakable, their anchor. Now blood soaked his shirt, his strength dwindling with each step.“Almost there,” Soo-ah whispered, more to himself than to Sang-woo. “Just hold on.”Sang-woo let out a weak chuckle, breathless. “You’ve… been saying that for ten minutes.”“Because I mean it every time.”“You sound… like M
My Model (BL) Lost
Bullets tore the dawn apart. The crack of gunfire echoed off the ruins, shattering glass, chewing through crumbling stone.Soo-ah pressed himself against the low wall, dragging Sang-woo down with him. His heart pounded so violently he thought it would burst from his chest. Each ricochet rang like a death bell, every scream of metal grinding against his skull.Yoon-min was already in motion. He moved like water—fluid, controlled, precise. His gun spat fire, each shot landing with terrifying accuracy. Two of Lazarus’s men fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground before their weapons even hit the dirt.“Stay low!” Yoon-min barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the chaos.Soo-ah tightened his hold on Sang-woo, who winced with every movement, blood darkening his shirt. His older brother tried to laugh, tried to ease the terror clawing through the air.“Always… dragging me into trouble, huh?” Sang-woo’s words came rough, his lips pale.“Shut up. You’re not allowed to die,” Soo-ah
My Model (BL) Blood on the Hand
The stench of iron clung to Soo-ah’s nostrils, burning the back of his throat as they staggered through the tunnel. His hand gripped Sang-woo’s wrist tightly, half out of support, half out of desperation, afraid that if he let go his brother would vanish into the shadows like the masked men had.Behind them, Yoon-min moved with measured precision. His gun remained steady in his hand, his back straight despite the exhaustion flickering across his features. He kept glancing over his shoulder, sharp eyes slicing through the gloom as if expecting another ambush at any moment.The silence was deceptive, pressing down on them like a weight. Each step echoed too loudly, too hollow, reminding them of the blood-stained floor they’d left behind.Soo-ah swallowed hard, his voice breaking the suffocating quiet. “Why… why didn’t they finish it? They had us surrounded.”Yoon-min didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened, the muscle in his cheek ticking.Sang-woo, pale and clutching his side, exh
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