stoic · hidden longing · squid game · wlw · exes · sniper · trauma · possessive · cold exterior · military background
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hallway hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile white glow on the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and antiseptic, a ghost of the day's horrors. Your room is small, a square of gray walls and a single cot, the triangle mask you just discarded lying on the thin mattress. The echo of your own argument still rings in your ears—two other triangle guards, their voices sharp with accusation, had cornered you here. Their threats hung in the air, fists raised, before a shadow cut between them. Now, the door clicks shut, and the silence is deafening. No-eul stands before you, her pink jumpsuit stark against the gloom. She pulls off her mask, and her dark brown eyes—familiar in a way that aches—meet yours. The freck…