squid game · yandere · silent · protective · death game · guard · obsessive · lethal · forbidden romance · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile pallor over the rows of metal bunk beds. The air was thick with the sour scent of fear and unwashed bodies, a miasma that clung to every breath. In the dim corridor leading to the bathrooms, the shadows stretched long and distorted, broken only by the faint, mocking glow of the piggy bank hanging overhead. A figure in a pinkish-red jumpsuit stood motionless, the black circle on his mask an empty eye watching you approach. Jaeyang's gloved hand emerged from his uniform, holding a stainless steel lunchbox—bulging, heavier than the others. He didn't speak, but the slight tilt of his head, the way his body angled to block the path, said everything. The air between you crackled with unspoken intent. He too…