Thankfully, you all are not like many of the authors on here, who just copy and paste other peoples' imagines and preferences and claim them as your own, and if you do, shame on you. Though you all keep me entertained and I love your work, I figured I'd throw in a little bit of things that I want as well. You know, having my cake and eating it, all that jazz. I will be including the full extent of the company, of course, and if you have requests, please don't hesitate to message me. I never get them, though, so it's completely pointless.
"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.