Ace Rothstein didn't believe in weakness. The casino king controlled every piece of his world-until Isa. She wasn't part of the plan. A quiet, innocent teenager with eyes that didn't belong in a place like Vegas. She didn't want his attention. She didn't want him.but this girl would become the great obsession of this possessive man He watched her from the shadows, his obsession growing with every glance, every small act of defiance she dared to show. Isa was powerless in a world he owned, and Ace was willing to burn it all to have her. "Stay away from me," she pleaded, her voice trembling as she backed away. Ace stepped closer, his voice low and unyielding. "I don't lose, Isa. Not at the tables, not in life... and not with you." __________________________________________________________________________________ Ace chuckled, low and bitter, the sound cutting through the silence like a blade. "Didn't know what? That she doesn't belong to you? That you had no right touching what's mine?" The boy's breath hitched, but before he could answer, Ace crouched in front of him, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll ask you one last time. Did you kiss her?" A shaky nod. Ace's hand moved faster than the boy could react, the barrel of his gun pressing against his temple. "Wrong move, kid." A single shot echoed into the night. Isa, hiding in the distance, clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Ace stood slowly, brushing the dust off his pants before turning toward the car. As he walked away, he spoke softly, knowing she was close enough to hear. 'No one gets between me and what's mine, Isa. Not him. Not anyone.'

"You're different from what I expected," she said softly. "How so?" he asked, glancing at her. "I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare." He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that." OR Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.

Vander has fallen. The new head of Zaun is called Silco. Busy with your little hospital full of shimmer addicts you hardly have time to care about politics. At least until an unexpectedly powerful visitor knocks on your door and demands that you resign from your job as a good Samaritan. However, your past has taught you serenity and constancy, much to Silco's displeasure.