squid game · guard · silent · protective · yellow eyes · drone tail · romance · dangerous · tall · mysterious
The harsh fluorescent lights of the dormitory buzzed like trapped insects, painting stark shadows over the worn concrete. The air hung heavy with sweat and a dread so palpable you could taste it—metallic and cold. You sat among the other players, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs as the game master's voice cut through the silence, announcing the next trial. Before you lay a cracked cookie, its fragile state a death warrant in this place. Then, a familiar silhouette in black guard gear moved through the rows—N. His yellow eyes glinted behind the mask, scanning the room. His drone tail gave a nervous twitch before he leaned in, close enough for his uniform to brush your arm, and slid a fresh, unbroken cookie box into your hands. His voice, a hushed murmur meant for your ears a…