My Model (BL)
Soo-ah pulled Yoon-min down, shielding him with his own body as splinters and dust exploded around them.
Sang-woo was already moving. Despite the injury in his leg, his movements were sharp, calculated—like a wolf among sheep. He fired clean shots, each one taking down an enemy with ruthless precision. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned with the fury of a man who had sworn not to lose the people he loved again.
“Stay low!” he barked, shoving a crate over to give Soo-ah and Yoon-min cover.
Yoon-min’s chest heaved as he tried to steady himself. His wrists were raw from the chains, his voice hoarse, but his spirit unbroken. “I… I thought you’d never come,” he whispered to Soo-ah.