My Model (BL)
Sang-woo ordered, scanning the corridors for threats.
The team moved as one, shadows within shadows, until they emerged onto the rooftop. The night wind tore at their clothing, rain slicking the concrete beneath their feet. A helicopter descended slowly, spotlight cutting through the storm.
As they boarded, Soo-ah glanced at Sang-woo. Their eyes met, the unspoken tension between them finally surfacing. “We made it,” she whispered, voice trembling from exhaustion and relief.
He pulled her close, the chaos around them forgotten for a heartbeat. “We always make it,” he said, voice low, almost intimate. Their lips brushed, a fleeting contact — promise, relief, desire all tangled in one.