All Chapters of My Model (BL): Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The rain hadn’t stopped since they landed.Seoul’s skyline glimmered under a heavy gray haze, its glass towers reflecting the storm that brewed both outside and within the team. The city felt different now — colder, more dangerous. It was no longer home. It was a battlefield disguised as a metropolis.Inside their temporary safehouse — an old apartment tucked between industrial blocks — the hum of machinery mixed with the faint dripping from a leak in the ceiling. The team had barely spoken since the flight. The silence wasn’t peace. It was tension stretched thin, ready to snap.Soo-ah stood by the window, her reflection staring back through rain-streaked glass. Her mind replayed the files they’d decrypted — Project Kestrel, the experiments, the betrayal that led back to their own agency. Every image burned behind her eyes like ghosts refusing to fade.Behind her, Sang-woo placed a mug of coffee on the desk.“You haven’t slept,” he said softly.Soo-ah gave a faint, humorless smile. “Y

The rain hadn’t stopped in three days.Seoul lay under a veil of storm clouds, its skyline a smear of gray and neon. Each flash of lightning illuminated the glass towers like silent sentinels guarding the secrets beneath them. In one of those towers — the heart of their agency — the truth they had chased for months finally waited.But tonight wasn’t the night for war.Tonight was the calm before it.Soo-ah stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawling endlessly below. Her hair whipped in the wind, soaked from the drizzle, yet she didn’t move. The air tasted like iron — sharp, electric. The world felt suspended between breaths.Behind her, the door creaked open. Sang-woo stepped out, his boots crunching against the wet concrete. He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched her, the way he always did — with quiet intensity that made words unnecessary.“You’ll catch a cold,” he finally said.Soo-ah’s lips curved faintly. “I’ve been through worse.”He walked closer, stopping a few

The city skyline of Seoul was a jagged silhouette against the pre-dawn light. From their vantage point on the rooftop, Soo-ah and Sang-woo surveyed the headquarters of the shadowy agency — the very place that had orchestrated Project Kestrel and betrayed countless lives. The air was crisp, carrying a faint electric charge, as if warning them of the storm to come.Soo-ah adjusted the strap of her tactical pack, her eyes scanning the streets below. “We can’t afford mistakes,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city.Sang-woo’s gaze remained fixed on the building across the way. “No mistakes,” he agreed, his hand brushing against hers for a fleeting second — a silent reassurance. “We’ve come too far to fail now.”Inside the headquarters, unaware of the approaching storm, high-ranking officials prepared for their morning briefings. Security cameras flickered to life, guards moved in synchronized patrols, and the hum of computers filled the sterile hallways.

The plane descended into Seoul under a gray, overcast sky. Rain streaked the windows as Soo-ah stared silently, her thoughts tangled in the revelation from Istanbul. Project Kestrel, the agency’s hidden hand, the betrayal from within — it was more than a mission now. It was personal.Sang-woo sat across from her, his fingers tapping against the leather armrest. He didn’t speak, but she could feel his tension radiating across the cabin. His eyes, sharp and calculating, never left the city sprawling below.“You’re quiet,” he said finally, voice low. “Not scared?”Soo-ah met his gaze. “Scared doesn’t even cover it. Betrayal like this… it’s worse than danger. At least with danger, you know who to fight.”He gave a dry laugh. “Guess we’re not going to have a normal life ever, huh?”She shook her head. “Normal’s a lie. We’ve been pretending it was possible for years.”The plane touched down, the tires screeching against wet asphalt. The team moved swiftly — quiet, precise. Seo-jun and Valer

The night sky above Seoul was bruised with clouds, heavy and dark, reflecting the chaos that simmered in the city below. Sirens wailed in the distance, their cries cutting through the silence like ghosts that refused to rest.On the rooftop of the old agency headquarters, Soo-ah stood with the cold wind tearing at her hair, her gun steady in her hand.This was it — the final confrontation.Behind her, Sang-woo climbed up the stairwell, his face lit only by the flicker of flames rising from the burning lower floors. The building they once called home was crumbling — both literally and morally. Everything they’d believed in had been twisted, and tonight, they would end it.“Are you sure this is where he’ll come?” Sang-woo asked, walking up beside her. His voice was calm, but his eyes — those sharp, steady eyes — were alive with fury.“He has to,” Soo-ah replied, scanning the horizon. “He started all of this here. He’ll want to end it the same way.”Lightning flashed across the clouds. F