Semua Bab My Model (BL): Bab 201 - Bab 203

The war had ended quietly — not with explosions, not with the roar of collapsing towers, but with the faint hum of the morning city after too many sleepless nights.Soo-ah stood by the window of the small apartment overlooking Seoul. The sunlight crept in through the blinds, touching her skin like a hesitant apology. It had been weeks since they dismantled Lazarus’s network and exposed the corruption buried inside their own agency. Weeks since she last held a gun, or looked over her shoulder expecting to see a target’s reflection.Now, there was only silence.But silence, she was learning, could be its own kind of noise.Behind her, the kettle clicked off. Sang-woo poured tea into two cups — simple green ceramic ones he’d found in a small shop near the harbor. He carried them over, setting one beside her.“You’ve been awake since before dawn,” he said quietly.Soo-ah didn’t turn. “Old habits.”Sang-woo leaned against the wall, watching her profile in the morning light. Her hair was lo

The war had ended quietly.No fireworks, no grand speeches. Just silence — the kind that follows years of chaos, when the world finally exhales after holding its breath for too long.Soo-ah walked along the pier, the sea wind tugging at his coat. Istanbul’s skyline shimmered in the distance, but for the first time in years, there were no shadows chasing him, no missions waiting in encrypted files. Only the soft rhythm of the waves and the scent of salt.He’d thought peace would feel easier.But peace came with ghosts.He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small silver lighter — old, dented, and engraved with the initials D.H.Devin Harlow. His partner. His rival. His—something more.A voice broke the stillness behind him. “You still carry that thing?”Soo-ah turned, breath catching before he could stop himself.Devin stood there — alive, real, smiling faintly beneath the soft amber glow of the pier lights. His blond hair was shorter now, slicked back instead of messy, but those oc