All Chapters of My Model (BL): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The chamber trembled as the last remnants of Lazarus’ ward shattered. Sparks of raw energy flickered across the stone walls, illuminating the terrified faces of the cultists who had once knelt so obediently around Yoon-min.Soo-ah’s grip on her blade was tight, knuckles white, sweat dripping down her forehead. Her eyes never left Yoon-min as she moved closer, cutting through the remaining hooded figures with calculated precision. Each strike was a mix of fury, desperation, and relief.“Almost there!” Sang-woo called, his voice taut as he blocked a swinging blade from a cultist, countering it with ruthless efficiency. He glanced at Soo-ah for just a heartbeat, their silent coordination seamless—years of unspoken trust distilled into this single, chaotic moment.Yoon-min, bound but conscious, struggled against the chains. His eyes were wide, his breaths short and uneven. “Soo-ah… Sang-woo…” he whispered, voice hoarse, filled with both fear and relief.“I’ve got you,” Soo-ah said softly,

The streets of Istanbul had grown quieter as the night deepened, but for Sang-woo, Soo-ah, Naelle, and Yuri, the silence was deceiving. Somewhere in this city, Lazarus was moving his pieces, and Yoon-min’s life still hung in the balance.The team regrouped in a dimly lit courtyard, surrounded by towering stone walls. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and old incense, and a thin fog rolled in from the Bosphorus, making the city feel like it was holding its breath.Devin spread out a rough map on a crate. “I’ve cross-referenced the old blueprints with the underground routes we scouted earlier,” he said, his voice low. “There’s an ancient labyrinth beneath the Hagia Sophia. Forgotten tunnels, hidden chambers… Lazarus has to be using them.”Naelle’s brow furrowed. “A labyrinth? You’re saying he’s hiding Yoon-min in a place designed to confuse and trap intruders.”“Exactly,” Devin confirmed. “And if my instincts are right, Lazarus didn’t just choose it for secrecy. He chose it because

The Istanbul night air carried the salty tang of the Bosphorus, thick with diesel fumes and the faint musk of fish from nearby stalls. The docks stretched like a skeletal beast into the dark waters, cranes looming overhead like watchful sentinels. Cargo containers were stacked high, their shadows creating labyrinths of steel and rust, perfect for ambushes—or disappearances.The team moved in silence, each step heavy with unspoken tension. Sang-woo led the way, his injured side bound tightly beneath his dark coat. Soo-ah remained close, his hand occasionally brushing Sang-woo’s arm as though reassuring himself he was still there. Devin walked just behind, his gaze sharp, sweeping every corner, every flicker of movement. Yuri trailed slightly, her hood pulled low, her fingers twitching with the restless energy of someone anticipating a fight.“Containers E through J,” Naelle whispered, studying the scribbled coordinates Lazarus’s men had left behind. “That’s where they’re holding Yoon-m

The morning after the firefight at the docks, Istanbul was eerily calm. Sunlight glimmered off the water, painting gold streaks across the city, but inside the safe house, tension clung heavier than the shadows.Soo-ah sat at the long wooden table, still in his bloodied suit from the previous night, a damp towel pressed to his forehead. The room smelled faintly of smoke and iron. Yoon-min was beside him, quietly nursing the bruises along his arms, while Sang-woo leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his gaze distant but vigilant. Devin, as always, stood near the window, one hand resting on the ledge, the other tracing invisible patterns in the air, as if calculating every possible threat.“Lazarus isn’t done with us,” Devin finally said, voice low, measured. “And neither is his organization. He’s testing boundaries, probing weaknesses. That Smiling Man was just the beginning.”Sang-woo’s eyes narrowed. “If he keeps sending foot soldiers, he’ll learn quickly that we’re not easy p

The storm outside Istanbul had quieted, but inside the team’s temporary safe house, tension brewed heavier than the night air. Shadows stretched across the walls, cast by a single flickering lamp. Everyone was still reeling from Yoon-min’s rescue and the blood they had shed to get here, but there was no real reprieve—Lazarus was still out there.Sang-woo sat at the edge of his bed, shoulder bandaged, staring at his hands. Soo-ah had insisted on patching him up earlier, fussing over every bruise and scrape. The warmth of her hands still lingered, but the words he wanted to say had lodged in his throat. He had confessed before, in the heat of desperation, but now—now it mattered more than ever.“Can’t sleep?” Devin’s voice cut through the silence as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His usual smirk was absent, replaced with something closer to worry.Sang-woo shook his head. “No. Too much on my mind.”“Yeah,” Devin muttered. “Same. Yoon-min’s safe, but Lazarus won’t stop. T