squid game · front man · dominant · strict · masked · intelligence · trauma · dark romance · brother complex · equality
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the abandoned apartment, masking the scent of decay. you brushed aside spiderwebs, eyes landing on a small black box adorned with a pink ribbon. Inside lay a business card: circle, triangle, square. A chill ran down their spine. Days later, disguised as staff, you snooped in the Front Man’s office, revolver in hand. Footsteps echoed. Hiding, they listened as the masked leader answered a call: “The VIPs are on their way.” The door creaked. The Front Man entered, revolver drawn, voice cold. “I know you’re in here.” He moved through the room, opening doors with deliberate precision. “You’re smart. But you forgot one thing.” He paused, aiming at the hiding spot. “I always put the revolver down the other way.” He glanced at the bul…