My Model (BL)
His skin seared, pain etched deep into every nerve, but he didn’t let go.
“Why—why do you keep doing this?!” Soo-ah cried, clutching Sang-woo’s shirt, voice breaking.
Sang-woo’s answer was hoarse, his lips against Soo-ah’s ear. “Because I’d rather burn with you than live without you.”
The words shattered something inside Soo-ah. Tears blurred his vision, but they ignited something fierce in his chest. He wouldn’t let Sang-woo fight alone anymore.
Gathering every ounce of his strength, Soo-ah drew in the heat, the smoke, the very breath of the collapsing building. His hands trembled as he unleashed it all in a single burst of wind so strong it howled like a hurricane.