My Model (BL)
But tonight, according to Sang-woo’s informant, the Lion himself was expected to make an appearance.
“Stay sharp,” Sang-woo murmured, his voice low but commanding. “The Lion is different from the others we’ve faced. He doesn’t need chains to control people—he uses loyalty, fear, and promises.”
Soo-ah glanced at him. “And you’ve faced him before.”
The silence that followed told him enough. Sang-woo’s jaw tightened, but his eyes betrayed the weight of memories too dangerous to put into words.
Inside, the air of the bathhouse was stifling, thick with steam from vents that hadn’t seen water in decades. Faded tiles whispered of past luxury, now cracked and dulled by dust. The sound of voices drif