I've always known the path laid out for me - an arranged marriage, a tradition etched deep within the fabric of our crime family. Like my parents before me, and countless others, I too would enter into this union, a pawn in the game of alliances and power.
Like a child promised a gilded doll, I received a future at the tender age of nine. Chris, the name etched onto my fate, was a stranger then, and an enigma now. By fourteen, a ring, cold and heavy, became the symbol of a life I never chose.
Twenty. The number echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the precipice I stood upon. With each passing day, the truth clawed its way to the surface. Chris, with his knowing eyes and easy laughter, had tasted a life I could only dream of - a life rich with stolen moments and whispered secrets.
And I guess this is where my life becomes hell.
I have also come to realize that He could never offer me the kind of love my father gave me.
This marriage, a future carved in ice, promised no warmth, no love, only a suffocating prison built on obligation. This wasn't just heartbreak, it was the slow descent into a life where even the air itself will feel tinged with despair.
"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.