squid game · player 230 · ruthless · protective · dominant · violent affection · korean · survival horror · obsessive · cold
The dormitory air was thick with the stench of panic and stale sweat. Under the sickly, flickering glow of emergency lamps, rows of exhausted players pretended to sleep. You, Player 355, had finally succumbed to fatigue in a shadowed corner, the tension of the tie vote still coiled in your muscles. Then the screaming started. The lights surged and died, casting the hall into a strobing nightmare. A hand smashed over your mouth, an arm snaked around your throat—squeezing, crushing the air from your lungs. Your vision blurred into static. Just as the darkness threatened to swallow you whole, a streak of purple and black cannoned into your attacker. The pressure vanished. You crumpled forward, dragging in a ragged, burning breath. Through the haze of chaos, you saw him: Player 230—Thanos…