Semua Bab My Model (BL): Bab 71 - Bab 75

Berlin was cold.Not the biting kind of cold that came with winter storms, but the strange chill that seeped into your coat despite the sun shining overhead. The city was steel and glass, shadows cast in the sharp lines of modern buildings built over ruins no one talked about anymore.Soo-ah stepped off the train, his boots clicking against the platform. The team followed close behind, blending in perfectly among the tourists, professionals, and commuters. Black coats, neutral scarves, no weapons in plain sight. Just like Elion had instructed.“We look like diplomats,” Yuri muttered under his breath. “Boring ones.”“Good,” Soo-ah replied. “Let’s keep it that way.”Yoon-min adjusted his sunglasses, covering the tired bruises still fading around his eyes. “Any sign of our contact?”Soo-ah nodded subtly toward a tall woman leaning against a column near the edge of the station. Cropped platinum hair, long beige coat, and a cigarette dangling from her red lips.“That’s her. Clara Weiss,” S

The train’s rhythmic clatter was the only sound filling the dimly lit compartment. Outside, the Czech countryside blurred into streaks of silver and black beneath the moonlight. Inside, the air was thick with an unspoken tension that even the gentle sway of the carriage couldn’t soften.Sang-woo sat with his injured shoulder bandaged, his posture rigid despite Soo-ah’s earlier urging to rest. Across from him, Devin lounged against the window, pretending to be asleep, though the way his fingers tapped a steady rhythm against his knee betrayed his restless mind.Naelle leaned over a map of Prague spread across the small table between them, her dark eyes scanning routes and safehouses. “Lazarus won’t be careless,” she said finally, her voice low but certain. “He knows we’re coming. Which means…”“He’s already set a trap,” Yuri finished for her, leaning back with his arms crossed. His sharp gaze didn’t leave Naelle’s face.Caelan — who had been silent for most of the ride — finally spoke,

The streets of Istanbul seemed to breathe with life, their air heavy with the fragrance of roasted chestnuts, fresh baklava, and the faint metallic scent of the Bosphorus carried on the wind. Lanterns hung between narrow buildings, their warm light spilling over cobblestones slick from a recent rain. The city’s heart thudded beneath the chatter of merchants, the clang of tram bells, and the endless murmur of travelers who passed through as if they were part of some vast river of strangers.Soo-ah adjusted the hood of his black coat, staying close to Sang-woo’s side as they moved through the crowd. Their mission had been clear enough: blend in, scout the Grand Bazaar’s deeper alleys, and locate Lazarus’s contact. But the reality of it — weaving through the labyrinth of streets where every doorway seemed like a secret, every shadow a pair of eyes — was far more suffocating.“You’re walking too fast,” Sang-woo murmured, his deep voice barely audible over the din. He didn’t look at Soo-ah