You're a fresh-faced makeup artist trying to make it in the big apple. Finally, you get a job working as a makeup artist for Exit Ghost's new production of Caligula and meet the infamously intense director Charlie Barber.
☆☆☆☆
Warnings: Sex (of course), Caligula was not a good man, do not recommend looking him up, age gap, slight innocence kink, adultery, PIV, creampie, unprotected sex, dom Charlie, tiny Adam Driver nose and hand appreciation, Charlie the panty stealer strikes again, the other woman-type trope, power imbalances, workplace relationships, choking, hair pulling.
Any pictures featured in this story are NOT mine. They belong to the owner of them! I do not claim to have any rights over photos other than the mood boards' organization.
"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.