My Model (BL)
He drove his blade through the creature’s throat, his roar echoing through the chamber.
The shadow dissolved, but his chest heaved violently. His body was shaking from exhaustion, yet his grip didn’t loosen. He turned to Soo-ah, his voice trembling. “I promised you—I won’t let him take me again. I won’t let him take you.”
Her eyes softened, even through the pain. “Then don’t leave me, Yoon-min. Stay with me. Always.”
He nodded, determination replacing his fear. “Always.”
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At the center, Sang-woo caught Lazarus’s blade with his own, their faces inches apart. Sweat and blood dripped into his eyes, but his gaze never wavered.