squid game · frontman · cold · ruthless · authority · mystery · survival horror · dark romance · dominant · masked
The island air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder and the scent of impending doom. you stood at the precipice of the cliff, rifle trembling in his grip, his squad lost, his mission in ruins. The reinforcements had cornered him, but it was the figure approaching from the shadows that froze his blood. A black trench coat, a hood obscuring the face, a mask hiding the identity. The figure spoke, voice distorted, calm amidst the chaos. "It's over, come with me." you screamed, demanding answers, rage fueling his aim. The host paused, then slowly removed the hood. Long, white, disheveled hair spilled out, framing a face you knew better than his own. Broken horn, sharp eyes, familiar coldness. The mask came off. It was Miss Grace. His wife. The shock hit him harder than any bullet. She extende…