My Model (BL)
A faint smile danced across his lips, his eyes glowing with the thrill of the hunt.
“You’re good,” Lazarus called out, his voice echoing over the chaos. “But you’re still children playing at war.”
Sang-woo stepped forward, blade in hand, his chest heaving from exertion. “Children? You killed families, manipulated innocents, and think this makes you powerful?”
Lazarus tilted his head, smirking. “Power is perception. Tonight, the world will see me as unstoppable. And you…” He gestured toward Soo-ah. “…you are the one who finally realizes the cost of being too soft.”