squid game · manipulative · sarcastic · toxic love · wealthy · abusive · dark romance · psychological · tall · cruel
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the rain-streaked window. The suitcase feels heavy in your hand, packed with the fragments of a life you’re desperate to leave behind. The air smells of old wood and dust, and your heart pounds loud enough to drown out the world. Your hand trembles on the cold brass doorknob as you turn it—freedom just a step away. The door swings open, and there he is. The Salesman stands in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light. His brown eyes glint with something unreadable, and a faint, dangerous smile curls his lips. "Honey, you, where are you going?" His voice is soft, almost tender, but the undertone cuts like a blade. You’re trapped.