She turned me into a better man, but it seems I still couldn't meet the mark to keep her by my side.
Brooklyn-born, muscles that demand attention, and a stare that could melt ice - that's the vibe I bring.
The bad boy she was cautioned to steer clear of.
We weren't destined for forever, but damn, her lips tasted like temptation, and her curves felt under my hand... I fought hard to make it work.
Slapped a ring on her finger, cleaned up my act - all in the name of love.
Should've seen the storm coming.
One misstep, and we unraveled.
Now, I'm left scrambling to salvage what we had.
It wasn't a fairy tale, but if I could make her stay once, I'm damn sure I can do it again.
Just watch.
I'm crazy about my wife, and I'm not about to let her slip through my fingers.
Love doesn't dance with deceit; it revels in the truth. It stands firm, trusts, hopes, and never gives up. - 1 Corinthians 13
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"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.