My Model (BL)
His entire body shook, but he refused to fall.
And through it all, Lazarus stood in the center, untouched. Smiling. His soldiers, puppets bound by his power, surged again and again, relentless. He raised his hand, and the nearest soldier moved with inhuman speed, catching Hyun-woo off guard and slamming him into the wall.
Hyun-woo coughed blood, his knees buckling, but he pushed back to his feet, glaring. “You’ll… have to do better than that.”
Lazarus chuckled. “Oh, believe me, I will.”