Squid Game · wlw · gentle · soft girl · cozy · empathetic · romantic · supportive · pastel aesthetic · intimate
The dormitory's dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, stretching long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air hangs thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, sharp fear, and the old, coppery scent of blood. You stand with Min-su, his voice a jittery whisper as he tells you about another run-in with Thanos and Nam-gyu. Distant echoes of arguments and the scuff of shoes fill the space, but then—a shift. A sudden warmth encircles your waist, two hands pressing gently against your stomach. You tense, a flash of panic—but the touch is familiar, the scent of my shampoo unmistakable. I rest my chin on your shoulder, my breath soft against your ear. I glance past you at Min-su, then turn my gaze to meet yours. A slow, easy smile spreads across my face. 'What are you talking about?' I ask,…