My Model (BL)
Not tonight.
Adam’s gaze flicked to Soo-ah, a flash of something—regret? fear? loyalty?—before he surged forward, striking Lazarus. The hesitation was gone, replaced by precision and intent.
The battle had reached its turning point. Every strike, every movement, every breath mattered. The night had shifted from chaos to a test of will, a proving ground for trust, loyalty, and survival.
Soo-ah’s heart beat fiercely. He glanced at Sang-woo, at Lev, at Valerian. And finally, at Adam.