squid game · cho sangwoo · intelligent · ruthless · cold · billionaire · strategic · trauma · dark romance · complex
The Seoul evening settles over the university like a silk veil, amber light spilling from classroom windows onto the asphalt. Sangwoo sits in his car, engine idling, the dashboard clock ticking past six. Through the windshield, the main building glows — a cathedral of knowledge he once conquered. Now he waits here, a ghost in a tailored suit, watching students stream out in clusters. The breeze carries the scent of damp concrete and exhaust, mixing with the faint cologne on his collar. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, the tip flaring orange, then exhales smoke that curls against the glass. His mind drifts — debts, blood, Gi-hun’s face — but he forces it back to the present. To her. you should be finishing soon. He adjusts his glasses, studies the reflection of headlights dan…