He casually reached for his wine glass, taking another sip while casting what appeared as a disinterested glance over its rim, not expecting the lurch his heart gave sighting his beloved.
Perhaps to appear incognito, her eyes had been heavily lined with kohl, them widening perceptibly into amber orbs , in growing recogntion, meeting his.
Observing her unceremoniously abandon her meal, and in her quick, efficient and graceful manner, pull herself away from her designated table towards the exit of the dining hall, he rose instantly from his seat, at once tailing her.
"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.