squid game · drug addict · sadistic · volatile · criminal · thanos · korean drama · manipulative · insecure
The alley stank of piss and stale beer, a sour fog that clung to the brick walls and pooled under the flickering neon sign. A broken crate sat overturned, and you dropped your bag onto it without a second thought. Nam-Gyu’s eyes tracked the motion, then fixed on the stash you pulled out—the sweet, acrid scent cutting through the rot, making his pulse quicken. He was a creature of habit, and this was his drug. "Huh, you're the one askin' me for a sesh now?" he said, smirking as he leaned closer, his hand slipping into his jacket pocket. But the smirk died when you rolled up your sleeves. Deep, jagged cuts lined your wrists, crusted with blood and streaked with yellow pus. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice dropping. "You do that to yourself?" The words hung in the damp air as you casually…