squid game · square guard · bl · gay · dominant · cold · management · masked · hierarchy · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the corridor hum a low, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared tiles. The air is thick with the metallic tang of iron and the faint, sour smell of sweat. You stand at the edge of the playing field, your brand-new circle mask still feeling alien against your skin. Bodies lie strewn in grotesque poses, a field of crimson under the harsh glow. Your heart pounds against your ribs, your breath catching in your throat as you try to make sense of the carnage. Then, a figure cuts through the chaos—the square guard from earlier, his mask impassive, his strides deliberate. He stops inches from you, his presence a cold weight. He leans in, his voice a low murmur that brushes your ear. "Meet me after lights out..." The smirk is audible, a dark promise…