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2025-09-24 12:04:32
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My Model (BL) Keep Moving!
The grand ballroom had transformed into a battlefield. Smoke curled from shattered chandeliers, the acrid stench of gunpowder filling every corner. Guests who hadn’t fled were cowering in corners, some with terror-stricken eyes, others frozen by the chaos. Every step Soo-ah took felt heavier than the last, weighed down by adrenaline, fear, and the uncertainty of what awaited him.Sang-woo was ahead, moving with lethal grace, every strike precise, yet exhaustion lined his face. Blood streaked his shirt, a crimson reminder that even he was not invincible. Soo-ah’s chest tightened, a mixture of concern and instinct compelling him to stay close, to protect, even if it meant risking his own life.“Keep moving!” Sang-woo barked, his voice harsh but controlled. “We can’t let Lazarus dictate the pace!”Soo-ah nodded, gripping his blade tighter. Around them, Lev and Valerian were a storm of coordinated violence, cutting down anyone who dared approach, yet Lazarus remained elusive, like a phant
My Model (BL) We stop you.
Smoke and shattered glass filled the grand ballroom, wrapping the space in a haze of chaos. The once-elegant chandeliers now hung precariously, swaying with every tremor from falling debris. The sound of gunfire, steel clashing, and screaming guests created a cacophony of fear and tension that seemed to pulse through the very walls of Dolmabahçe Palace.Soo-ah pressed himself against the cold marble of a ruined pillar, heart hammering in his chest. His knuckles ached from gripping his blade, his mind racing with strategy, survival, and an ever-growing fear for Sang-woo. Ahead of him, Sang-woo moved like a phantom, every step precise, every strike lethal. Despite the blood streaking his shirt and the pain flashing across his side, Sang-woo did not falter.“You’re holding back,” Soo-ah muttered under his breath, not looking at him but feeling the familiar magnetic pull of Sang-woo’s presence beside him.Sang-woo’s eyes met his across the smoke. A flash of concern. A flicker of something
My Model (BL) You’re still children
The roar of gunfire and the clash of steel filled the grand ballroom, turning the ornate space into a war zone. Chandeliers swung precariously from the ceiling, scattering glass like deadly raindrops. Smoke and the scent of gunpowder thickened the air, mixing with the cries of panic-stricken guests.Soo-ah pressed his back against a marble column, eyes scanning the chaos. Sang-woo was ahead of him, moving like a phantom through the carnage, every step precise and deadly. Soo-ah’s heart pounded—not just from adrenaline, but from the terror of realizing just how close they were to losing everything.“Cover me,” Sang-woo growled over the roar, sliding behind a fallen table as a bullet ripped through the wood where Soo-ah had been standing seconds ago.Soo-ah fired rapidly, taking down two of Lazarus’s men with careful aim. His hands shook, but he forced himself to focus. Every second counted. Every mistake could cost lives.Lev and Valerian were like storms themselves, sweeping through t
My Model (BL) The Unveiling
The dawn sky stretched across Istanbul in a pale wash of gold and silver, yet the city felt anything but calm. The air was heavy with tension, as though the Bosphorus itself was holding its breath. Every seagull’s cry, every car horn in the distance, seemed muted beneath the weight of what was coming.Inside the safehouse, the team gathered in the main room. Their faces reflected sleepless nights and restless thoughts. Maps were spread across the table, dotted with red pins and scribbled notes. Circles marked Lazarus’s suspected movements, and arrows stretched like veins toward the heart of the city.Soo-ah stood at the edge of the table, arms folded tightly across his chest. His sharp eyes scanned the papers, but his mind wasn’t only on the mission. He glanced at Sang-woo, who was checking his weapon with quiet efficiency. The bandages peeking beneath Sang-woo’s shirt reminded Soo-ah of Guadalajara—of blood, of fear, of that night when he almost lost him. His heart squeezed painfully
My Model (BL) Rooted
The courtyard fell into silence after Lazarus’s words, silence so sharp it cut through bone.Soo-ah’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. He dared not look at anyone—because if he did, if he saw even the smallest flicker of guilt, it would break him.Sang-woo’s voice sliced through the tension.“You’re lying.”Lazarus chuckled softly, spreading his arms. “Am I? Then why did my men know exactly where to find you last night? Why were my snipers already in position when you emerged from the safehouse?”He took a step forward, shoes clicking against the cobblestones. His men fanned out behind him, rifles steady.“You think I guessed? No.” His eyes glinted. “I was told.”Joon-ho snarled, gun raised, his body shaking with fury. “Shut the hell up!”But Soo-ah felt it—the seeds of doubt sinking deeper. He glanced at Adam, who stood unnervingly still, his knife gleaming faintly in the moonlight. At Yoon-min, pale and trembling, his bandages darkened with fresh blood. At Seo-jun, whose eyes were n
My Model (BL) Knees Weaken
The night dragged on like an endless blade cutting through their nerves. Every tick of the clock was louder than gunfire, every creak of the floorboards a threat. The safehouse was battered, patched together with overturned furniture and barricades, but the real fracture wasn’t in the walls—it was inside the group.Sleep came in fragments, if at all. Each person rested with one eye open, one hand close to their weapon. Trust had become a fragile thing, like glass already cracked, waiting for the slightest pressure to shatter completely.Soo-ah sat in the corner of the room, his knees drawn to his chest. His body ached from exhaustion, but his mind wouldn’t rest. He kept replaying the attack in his head—the timing, the routes, the precision. Someone had given Lazarus exactly what they needed. But who?His gaze flicked across the room.Adam was seated by the broken counter, his posture stiff, his face unreadable as always. His usually pristine white shirt was streaked with blood, his ti
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