My Model (BL)
“You scared me.”
Elion blinked, caught off guard, but his lips curved into a faint smirk. “Good. Keeps you human.”
Seo-jun sat with his back against a boulder, his weapon still clutched in one hand. His sharp eyes scanned the ruins, unwilling to believe it was truly over. “He’s not dead,” he muttered finally. “No one like Lazarus dies that easily.”
Yoon-min, leaning heavily against him, let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. Bastards like him always find a way back.” His hand trembled around the dagger he hadn’t sheathed yet. “But at least… at least he’s gone for now.”