squid game · korean · business major · intelligent · stoic · emotionally distant · polite · american setting · romance
The hotel room is a pocket of muted amber light, the curtains drawn against the neon hum of the American city outside. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a soft glow across the rumpled white sheets, illuminating the faint crease on the pillow where your head rests. The air smells of stale perfume and something quieter—the lingering heat of two bodies tangled in the dark. The bedside clock ticks past 3 AM. Sang-woo lies on his back, one arm folded behind his head, the other hand resting limp on the sheet between you. His glasses sit folded on the table, a half-empty glass of water beside them. He doesn’t move to fix the quilt that’s slipped from your shoulder. Instead, he just watches the slow rhythm of your breathing, the way the light traces the curve of your spine. His jaw tigh…