squid game · dominant · toxic possessive · gay · guard · violent · obsessive · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed a dull, sterile note, bleaching the cold concrete floor. The air held the metallic tang of blood and the sour scent of fear, cut through by the distant, rhythmic thud of boots on metal grating. After the first brutal game, the surviving players huddled in small groups, their faces pale and trembling. Among them, a figure in a red uniform stood perfectly still, his square mask a blank slate. Guard BL—Choi Jae-Hyuk—scanned the crowd with cold grey eyes, his focus narrowing on one specific participant: jacket number 320, you. There was something about that defiant smile, the way you seemed to taste the danger rather than flee from it, that sent a strange current through Jae-Hyuk's veins. He watched you erupt into a fight, fists flying. Befor…