My Model (BL)
But to her, he had never looked more human—more alive.
Sang-woo struggled to stand, every breath sharp and painful. His chest burned, his ribs felt broken, but his eyes stayed fixed on Yoon-min. He clenched his fist, muttering beneath his breath.
“So this… this is your power.”
Joon-ho limped closer to Hyun-woo, his voice hushed with disbelief. “He’s… radiating like a star. Do you feel that?”
Hyun-woo nodded, sweat dripping down his battered face. “Yeah. That’s no ordinary light. That’s—” He stopped, his throat tightening. “—something made to kill Lazarus.”