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Beneath the Istanbul Moon
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2025-08-17 12:14:38
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My Model (BL) Move!
The cistern groaned like a dying beast, stone splitting with a thunderous crack. Water surged, black and cold, rushing into the broken walkways. The echo of the explosion still lingered in Soo-ah’s ears, a ringing that drowned out the chaos for a heartbeat—until Sang-woo’s grip on his arm dragged him back to reality.“MOVE!” Sang-woo’s voice was hoarse, raw from shouting. His body shielded Soo-ah instinctively, every step brutal with urgency.Devin was ahead, his movements sharp and calculating even in the chaos. He cut down a man who had stumbled free from Lazarus’s trance, then vaulted over a fallen stone column, landing in a spray of water. “This way! The charges opened a breach in the northern wall!”Yoon-min’s frantic voice cracked through the comms, distorted with static:“You’ve got thirty seconds before the entire structure caves in! If you’re not out by then, I can’t—”The line fizzled, dead.Soo-ah’s chest heaved, every breath burning as the rising water dragged at his legs.
My Model (BL) Run!
The cistern roared alive with chaos. Gunfire cracked, ricocheting off stone columns. Shadows leapt across the rippling black water as the masked men charged.Sang-woo fired first, the muzzle flash lighting his face with raw fury. Two of Lazarus’s men went down, bodies crashing into the shallow water, but more surged forward, relentless.“SOO-AH, KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!” Sang-woo bellowed, his voice like thunder.Soo-ah dropped, his back pressed against the cold stone, but his eyes locked on Lazarus. The man didn’t flinch at the bullets, didn’t even look at the carnage around him. He stood calm, almost amused, as though the fight was nothing but theater staged for him alone.Devin was a blur of precision—knife in one hand, pistol in the other. He slipped between shadows, striking with surgical efficiency, every movement controlled. Blood sprayed, shouts echoed, and still his eyes kept darting toward Soo-ah, as if gauging whether Lazarus would make his move.Yoon-min’s panicked voice rang
My Model (BL) Let Him Go!
The Basilica Cistern was not meant for footsteps. Every sound—every boot scraping against stone, every shallow breath—echoed as if amplified by the cavernous space. Shadows stretched endlessly between the rows of marble columns, their reflections fractured in the dark waters below.Soo-ah walked in the middle, every muscle in his body tight. His fingers brushed against the railing, knuckles white. He couldn’t forget Devin’s words from the night before: Because you’re not empty.But as they moved deeper into the cistern, doubt clawed at him. What if Lazarus was right? What if he was weak enough to break?Devin walked ahead, confident, movements precise. Sang-woo trailed behind, hand close to the gun at his side, eyes scanning every angle. Yoon-min’s voice hummed in their earpieces from the surveillance van parked blocks away.“You’re clear so far. No heat signatures. But I don’t like it—it’s too clean.”Devin muttered, “He’s baiting us.”“Then why walk in?” Sang-woo snapped.Devin’s sm
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
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