My Model (BL)
“No. Not again. I’m not the weak one anymore.”
One of the creatures lunged. Yoon-min caught its strike with the sword he’d stolen earlier, the impact jarring his entire body. He gritted his teeth, driving the blade forward until it pierced the monster’s chest. The shadow writhed, hissing like steam before it evaporated.
His hands shook violently afterward, but he didn’t drop the weapon. He turned to Soo-ah, breathless but resolute. “See? I can fight.”
Her chest tightened, pride and fear warring inside her. “Then fight with me.”