My Model (BL)
The enhanced flesh healed unnaturally fast, sealing before his eyes.
Jin-ho roared and swatted Soo-ah’s weapon from his grip. The gun clattered across the floor. He lunged, swinging the glowing blade toward Soo-ah’s chest.
But Sang-woo was there—always there. He shoved Soo-ah back, the blade cutting deep across his own side instead. Blood sprayed, dark against the crimson light.
“Sang-woo!” Soo-ah’s voice cracked, horror twisting his chest.
But Sang-woo didn’t falter. He twisted into the pain, locking Jin-ho’s blade with his own, gritting his teeth as their faces hovered inches apart.