BEFORE YOU READ....KNOW THIS....
💮 I know that it is wrong to write a romance story with a criminal facing years in prison for the killings of his parents that is helped alongside his twin brother.
💮 I am sorry for writing this in advance
💮 And come on....he is flipping hot, cute, handsome.
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"Why did you do it?!" I yelled quite scared of my loving and caring and good listener and happy boyfriend, Eric Mendez, to the point where I couldn't even look him in his eyes...be touched by him (in any type of way)...love him at this very heartbreaking, terrifying, scary, horrific, tear-jerker moment.
"I am sorry!" Eric croaked as his brother was pacing around knowing that he has to now face the consequences of reality.
"You killed your fucking parents." I gulped looking upon their dead bodies laying in the family room, breathless, unmovable, saddened, blood oozing out from them.
"I am fucking sorry, okay!" Eric yelled unapologetically and angrily and frasturatedly and everything else accompanying it.
I stood shocked and horried at the way he said it and that I finally realized that he is truly a psychopathtic psychotic psycho person.
"Lemme hug you, babe." Eric whispered as I had my head held down looking at the floor and my feet in guilty and being sad.
"No." I don't manage for the simple stern statemented word to come out loud enough for him.
I then suddenly feel someone's two strong arms wrap around my shaky and undying body.
"Shhhh." Someone sounded out hushing me while stroking my back, neck, arms, waist, butt, legs, back of my head, and hair lovingly.
"I-" I croaked out all of a sudden letted the flow of my salty, dried, unwanted tears to flow out of the tearducks of my eyes.
"Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhh. I am right here." The person who I remembered I was fighting with and who was so cold-hearted to kill their own parents and who was my boyfriend hushed me after saying that he kissed the side of my forehead in a caring and loving way.
"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.