My Model (BL) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The stairwell stretched downward like a gaping throat swallowing them whole. Each step echoed in the silence, reverberating against the reinforced walls until Soo-ah felt it in his bones. His hand clutched Sang-woo’s arm, steadying him, while Yoon-min led the way with his gun drawn, his movements calculated, sharp.The emergency lights cast a sickly red glow, flickering just enough to turn shadows into lurking phantoms. Soo-ah’s heart pounded with each flicker, his breath uneven. The memory of that single word—Mine—burned in his mind like a scar he couldn’t shake.At the bottom of the stairwell, the tunnel widened. The air grew colder, damp, laced with a metallic tang that made Soo-ah’s stomach tighten. Pipes ran along the ceiling, dripping steadily.“This doesn’t feel right,” Sang-woo muttered, his voice hoarse.Yoon-min raised a hand, signaling them to halt. He crouched, running his fingers along the floor. His expression darkened. “Tracks. Fresh ones. We’re not alone down here.”So

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

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

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…”

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