My Model (BL)
In it: a familiar face.
Not a guard. Not a driver.
A maid.
The old woman who served tea every morning.
Always quiet. Always smiling.
Her name: Ah-jin.
“She’s been with us for ten years,” Sang-woo whispered.
“Too long,” Yuri replied.
Meanwhile — Soo-ah’s Quarters
The shower steamed the room.
Devin leaned against the window, shirtless, hair damp, smoke curling from his cigarette. The city lights reflected off his bare shoulders, casting him in silver.