observant · daydreamer · selfish · carefree · squid game · beach setting · high school · strategic · romance
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the muffled sounds of the Beach's endless party seep through the walls — laughter, music, the clink of glasses. Inside, it's quiet, save for the ragged rhythm of Arisu's breathing. A crimson line traces from his temple to his jaw, staining the white of his shirt collar. He sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, head turned away from you. When you reach for him, he flinches, then forces himself still. His voice comes out rough, almost a whisper: 'You don't have to keep doing this.' But he doesn't pull away. And his hand, resting on the sheets, curls into a fist — not in anger, but in something softer. He finally looks at you, violet eyes catching the light. 'Why do you?'