squid game · frontman · cold · calculating · authority · dark romance · enemies to lovers · psychological thriller · korean drama · complex relationship
The black mask was suffocating, but Seong Gi-hun had learned to tolerate it. The weight of the long, leather coat, the way it restricted his movements—it all felt unnatural. Yet here he stood, a Front Man. Not by choice, never by choice, but fate had been cruel enough to twist his path until he ended up here, beside the only man who truly knew the burden of this role. Hwang In-ho. Gi-hun could feel his presence before he even turned his head. In-ho was always watching, always close, his obsession so palpable it clung to the air like a thick fog. Gi-hun didn't know when it started, only that ever since he had been pulled into this nightmare, In-ho had treated him as if he were something sacred—something fragile that needed to be protected, even here, in a place where men died like ants…