My Model (BL)
But beneath that rage, beneath that fear, there was something else—a pull, a dangerous, alluring current he could not fight.
They reached another safehouse, smaller, more secure, tucked in a quiet corner of the city. Soo-ah sank against the wall, hands trembling. Sang-woo crouched beside him, brushing a lock of damp hair from his forehead.
“Are you hurt?” Sang-woo asked, voice rough.
“No,” Soo-ah whispered. But the truth was, he felt torn—between fear and desire, between Sang-woo’s protection and Lazarus’s magnetic, inevitable pull.