Todos los capítulos de My Model (BL): Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The descent into Istanbul was swift, veiled in thick clouds and the whispering hush of night. The private jet touched down on the outskirts of the city, far from the public eye. Tension hung in the air like fog, clinging to the team as they disembarked. Soo-ah was the first to step onto the tarmac, his eyes scanning the horizon, taking in the unfamiliar skyline. Behind him, Sang-woo walked slower than usual, his shoulder still stiff from the Guadalajara mission, though he refused to show it.Naelle glanced between the two, her voice low and precise. “The intel confirms Lazarus is hiding beneath the Grand Bazaar. There’s a tunnel network beneath it—old, forgotten by most. That’s where they’re keeping Yoon-min.”Yuri nodded, pulling her scarf tighter around her neck as a cold gust passed through them. “And security?”“Dense,” Devin answered. “The closer we get to the vault, the heavier the protection. Rumor has it, they’ve brought in modified sentinels—humans fused with cybernetic tech.

The room was quiet, but the tension was loud.Sang-woo stood outside Yoon-min’s room, the dull lighting of the Prague hideout casting long shadows on the concrete floor. Inside, he could hear the soft sound of machines humming and the occasional rustle of sheets—Yoon-min was still recovering, but he was stable.He raised a hand to knock, hesitated, then let it drop.“You’re not going to say what’s on your mind?” came a soft voice behind him.Sang-woo turned. Soo-ah stood there, arms crossed over his chest, looking exhausted but alert, as always. His black hoodie hung loose over his frame, a few bruises still visible on his neck.“I didn’t come here to say anything,” Sang-woo said.“You’ve been standing outside the room for fifteen minutes.”He exhaled. “I just wanted to make sure he’s okay.”“He is. Thanks to you.”Sang-woo looked down at the floor. “You keep saying that.”“Because it’s true.”“But it doesn’t change anything, does it?”Soo-ah’s jaw tightened, and he walked past him to

Rain glazed the cobblestone streets of Istanbul in a glistening film, the city’s ancient soul echoing beneath every footstep. The storm had rolled in fast, as if the skies themselves wanted to warn them away from what lay ahead.Sang-woo adjusted the collar of his black coat, the fabric soaked through, but his expression unreadable. His wound had barely healed, still tender beneath the wrappings, but he didn’t falter. Not when Soo-ah was beside him.Not when Yoon-min was still in that lab.Naelle’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “All systems synced. Devin and Yuri have the eastern corridor. We’re breaching the front in two. You ready, commander?”Sang-woo gave a silent nod to Soo-ah, who was crouched behind a parked delivery van, scanning the building’s perimeter. He tapped the earpiece. “Ready. Go silent after entry.”The signal was given. Thunder boomed.And like ghosts, they moved.The front of Lazarus’s compound looked like a forgotten warehouse—but beneath the rusted gates and b

The night sky over Istanbul was bathed in hues of violet and crimson. Clouds drifted like slow-moving spirits across the full moon, casting faint shadows over the rooftops. The silence was deceptive—underneath the surface, a storm was brewing.Soo-ah stood on the balcony of the safehouse, arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixed on the city lights below. His mind was racing. Despite the progress they had made, he couldn't shake the lingering unease. Yoon-min was still missing. Lazarus was still out there. And Sang-woo…He exhaled slowly, fingers brushing the bruises still healing beneath his shirt. He'd barely begun to recover from the last mission, but there was no time to rest.Behind him, the glass door slid open."You should be resting," Sang-woo said softly, stepping onto the balcony.Soo-ah didn’t turn. “So should you.”Sang-woo chuckled dryly. “Touché.”They stood in silence for a moment, the wind carrying the distant echo of a call to prayer. It was oddly peaceful.

The golden hue of dawn bled across the Istanbul skyline, soft light touching the ancient domes and mosques that still stood, survivors of centuries, just like them.Inside the safehouse, the world was quiet — deceptively so.Yoon-min sat near the window, his knees pulled to his chest, a blanket wrapped loosely around his shoulders. His lips were chapped, his skin pale, but his eyes… they held fire. Not the kind that scorched wildly, but the quiet, smoldering kind — the kind that never died, no matter how long it had been buried under ash.He stared down at the steaming cup of tea in his hands, the scent of cardamom and mint rising like a ghost of comfort. He didn’t sip it. He didn’t need to. The warmth of it grounded him in reality more than anything else could.He was free.But what did freedom mean, now that everything had changed?Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. Yoon-min didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.Sang-woo stood silently for a moment before crouching beside him, his