My Model (BL)
Devin piloted the boat, eyes scanning the horizon, while Naelle and Yuri crouched low, weapons ready.
The silence stretched. Each of them felt it—that foreboding weight pressing down on them, whispering of the blood yet to come.
Then, faintly, Sang-woo thought he heard it—music drifting across the water. Not the celebratory kind, but something darker, a low melody carried by strings and drums. His chest tightened.
“They’re expecting us,” Yuri murmured.
Sang-woo didn’t answer. Expecting or not, he would walk into the fire.
The Fortress of Chains