All Chapters of My Model (BL): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The night in Seoul was heavy, drenched in rain that slicked the streets and neon lights that blurred into streaks of color. Soo-ah moved cautiously through a narrow alleyway behind the abandoned warehouse district, his coat clinging to his frame from the relentless downpour. Every step echoed, bouncing off the walls lined with graffiti, a city symphony of danger and decay.He paused for a moment, listening. The distant hum of traffic was punctuated by the occasional shout, the scuff of boots, and the drip of water from the eaves above. This was the city that had shaped him, the same city that now hid enemies and secrets at every turn. His hand instinctively went to the concealed pistol at his hip, fingers tightening around the cold metal.“Everything okay?” Sang-woo’s voice came from behind him, soft but steady, the familiar warmth of him cutting through the tension in the air.Soo-ah turned slightly, catching his silhouette in the dim light. His eyes, dark and unwavering, scanned the

The night in Seoul was uncharacteristically still.No cars, no chatter, no wind — only the hum of streetlights casting fractured halos across the wet pavement.Soo-ah tightened the straps of her tactical vest, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the earpiece. The reflection in the mirror showed a face that looked calmer than she felt. Eyes sharp, lips set — but inside, the storm hadn’t stopped since Istanbul.Behind her, Sang-woo stepped into view, his presence quiet but grounding as always. He was dressed in black, his sidearm holstered, his expression unreadable under the dim light.“You ready?” he asked.Soo-ah exhaled slowly. “Does anyone ever get ready to betray their own agency?”His gaze softened for just a moment. “We’re not betraying it. We’re saving what’s left of it.”She gave a small, bitter smile. “Funny how those words sound the same.”Their eyes met in the mirror. The silence between them spoke of too many things — trust, guilt, fear, and something deeper nei

The narrow streets of Seoul smelled of rain, concrete, and exhaust. The neon lights flickered, reflecting off puddles that had formed from the sudden downpour. Soo-ah’s boots made barely a sound as he followed Sang-woo down the alley, their movements synchronized, trained, almost instinctual. Every shadow could be a threat. Every reflection could be an enemy waiting to strike.“Are you sure this is the right place?” Soo-ah asked quietly, his voice barely above the murmur of the rain.Sang-woo didn’t answer immediately. He scanned the surrounding buildings, his hand brushing against the pistol at his side. “This is where the files indicated. The contact point for the insiders in Project Kestrel. If they’re smart, they’ve set traps.”Soo-ah’s chest tightened. He could feel the tension coiling like a spring in his stomach. The last few weeks had been a blur of encrypted messages, high-speed chases, and blood-soaked negotiations. And now, with Lazarus’ network infiltrating even the agency

The skyline of Seoul was a jagged silhouette against the dying light of dusk, the city’s glow reflecting off the Han River like molten gold. From the top floor of the high-rise where the team had set up their temporary base, Soo-ah surveyed the streets below, the hum of traffic blending with the distant wail of sirens. It was quieter here, but the tension felt thick, as if the city itself was holding its breath.Soo-ah’s hands hovered over the holographic map projected from the tablet on the table. Every detail was meticulously laid out — the headquarters they needed to infiltrate, security checkpoints, patrol rotations, and escape routes. Each mark on the map felt like a reminder of the danger ahead.Sang-woo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. He had been silent for nearly twenty minutes, watching Soo-ah with that piercing, unreadable gaze he often wore when plotting. “We hit them tomorrow,” he said finally. “First light. They’re expecting us tonight, but not like this

The early morning fog draped itself over the rooftop of the Seoul high-rise, turning the city lights into hazy streaks that bled into the darkness. Soo-ah leaned against the cold metal railing, her fingers wrapped tightly around her jacket, trying to ignore the unease gnawing at her chest. The events of the past few days had left a mark that no amount of planning could erase. The betrayal, the secrets, the whispers of a looming war—it all weighed on her like a storm cloud ready to burst.A quiet step behind her made her tense. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was.Sang-woo.He approached silently, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. There was a heaviness in his expression, something raw and unshielded. The kind of exhaustion that only came from fighting battles inside and outside. She could feel it. Always. No matter how far apart they were, she felt it like a pulse against her own chest.“You’re awake early,” he said, voice low, almost intimate. He stopped a f