Todos los capítulos de My Model (BL): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Nightfall – Lee Estate, War RoomRain hit the windows hard. Outside, the mountains were hidden behind a veil of fog. Inside, a silence weighed on them heavier than any weapon.Naelle stood beside Yuri, eyes locked on the hologram projected in the center of the war table: a Council emblem, rotating slowly like a target just waiting to be hit.“They finally called,” Koji said.Yuri crossed her arms. “What do they want?”Koji paused. “Naelle.”Of course.Naelle didn’t even blink. “What did they offer?”Ko

Day Three – The Battle BeginsThe first missile hit the outer gate.Steel screamed.The shockwave sent stone and smoke into the sky, shattering the front watchtower and throwing two guards backward like rag dolls.Naelle didn’t flinch. She was already running, Devin and Sang-woo at her sides. The moment the flames reached the walls, the war began.Bullets rained like hail. Sniper fire cracked from the rooftops. The estate’s defenses kicked to life—auto-turrets roared, mines ignited, and the perimeter wall lit up with controlled flame bursts, creating a ring of searing heat.Yuri commanded from the comm room, directing teams like a conductor in chaos.“Northwest breach imminent. Kai’s unit, flank now. Koji, I need drones on the eastern roof.”“On it!” Koji’s voice snapped through the static.Naelle reached the northern courtyard just as the Council’s front line crashed through. Their foot soldiers moved in tight formations, dressed in reinforced combat suits with the red sigil of the C

The infiltration mission in Guadalajara escalated. Soo-ah, Sang-woo, Yuri, and Devin moved into the enemy's hidden base under the cover of night. Tension was high after Koji’s death in Chapter 54 (“Ashes and Oaths”), and emotions were fragile. Soo-ah’s mind kept drifting between revenge and duty. The group encountered a twisted underground arena—“The Hunting Ground”—where captured agents and innocent victims were forced into brutal fights.They split into pairs: Sang-woo and Devin took the upper observation level, while Soo-ah and Yuri descended into the fighting pit corridors. Amid the blood-stained paths and screams of agony, Soo-ah discovered one of the captured boys from an earlier mission—barely alive. The rescue was messy, and Yuri had to use her ice abilities to stall pursuing guards. By the end, Soo-ah stood silently before a massive reinforced door, behind which a familiar cursed energy pulsed—the unmistakable presence of one of the cartel’s enhanced Alphas.The wheels of the

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air like an unwanted ghost. Fluorescent lights hummed quietly above, casting a dull glow over the clinic’s narrow walls, but Soo-ah couldn’t feel any of it—his eyes were locked on the unconscious form resting on the infirmary bed.Sang-woo was still.The white bandages wrapped around his torso had turned pink at the edges. Though the bleeding had slowed, each shallow rise and fall of his chest was a silent reminder of how close they'd come to losing him.Soo-ah sat quietly in the chair beside the bed, his body stiff, hands clenched tightly in his lap. His own bruises and minor wounds had already been treated, but he hadn’t left Sang-woo’s side since they returned from the ruined laboratory.No one had spoken to him about what happened. No one dared. Even Naelle had paused at the door earlier, hesitating, before turning away with a brief nod, as if giving him space to breathe—or drown—in the silence.“Sang-woo…” Soo-ah’s voice trembled.He r

The air inside the safe house was tense but warm. A rare contrast.Sang-woo sat at the edge of the couch, a fresh bandage on his arm where the blade had grazed him days ago in Guadalajara. The wound was healing—slowly. But the ache in his chest, the one he couldn’t wrap or numb, was from something else entirely. Soo-ah’s words still echoed in his ears: “I thought I lost you.”And he had replied honestly: “You didn’t. I won’t let you.”Now that their bond had shifted—subtle, raw, undeniable—it was like breathing a new kind of air. He was no longer fighting just for the mission, or the agency. He was fighting for him. For them.Across the room, Soo-ah stood near the window, the dusky orange light of Prague's sunset casting warm hues on his pale face. His fingers curled around the edge of the curtain, tense. Watching. Thinking. Maybe still afraid.Sang-woo stood and crossed the room, careful not to push. He stopped beside him, not speaking immediately. Instead, he let the silence wrap ar