DISCLAIMER: disturbing way of thinking; psychological form of writing and not your 'oh-so-typical' fanfiction on Wattpad.
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Abandoned, rebel school-dropout. Arrogant douchebag with velvet, ruby-red hair and stunning, piercing blue eyes.
Once you've seen that daredevil, you never fucking forget her. Ever.
She's the one, she's the topic.
On the other hand, though, we have her neighbour. The most romantic things he's done- in his entire life- is probably riding a vintage Harley Davidson.
By himself.
Once the two arrogant assholes meet up- they become rivals for life. The first one provokes, the second one disciplines.
Who is who?
Who will catch the feelings first?
"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.