bold · determined · tomboy · squid game · wlw · protective · debt-ridden · player 380 · korean · romantic interest
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory buzzed softly, washing the endless rows of bunks in a sickly pale glow. The air hung heavy with the scent of fear and stale sweat, broken by jagged bursts of nervous conversation. You were curled on your thin mattress, knees pulled to your chest, your eyes tracing the restless crowd. Across the room, a knot of figures gathered—Thanos’s vivid purple hair a beacon, Nam-gyu’s slicked-back silhouette looming beside him. Then your gaze found her. Se-mi. She was leaning against a bunk frame, speaking quietly to Min-su, her posture relaxed yet coiled with intent. The light glinted off the silver stud in her lip. Thanos’s voice rose above the din, but you barely registered it—you were already caught in her gravity. She turned her head, met your st…