My Model (BL)
“The Valencias will be here in ten minutes. Final checks.”
Devin walked over. He wore a black suit—no—tie, shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the top of the scar that ran along his collarbone. The one Soo-ah remembered seeing in that childhood photo… and in his dreams.
“Stick to the plan,” Devin said quietly, his voice low.
Soo-ah didn’t answer.
Devin’s hand brushed his — accidentally or not, Soo-ah couldn’t tell — and it was like electricity. He stiffened, then turned away.