𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕪 : 𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖, 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥, 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥, 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪.
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Vincent never got along with anybody; he may pretend, but he has never enjoyed much to do with human connection. It is all falsity and hand made masks designed to provide face value deceit. Despite a complete hate for any human interaction, he finds himself working 9 to 5, at a children's restaurant. The worst of any kind of human, children.
Though, a sudden as a freight train slamming into the body of a passing person, it seems he is saved from his hellish torment. He finds himself incredibly obsessed and infatuated with a woman, a new co-worker who's slowly cracked into his heart of ice and stone without even meaning to. He is completely disgusted, yet insanely obsessed with her.
As his limerence grew the more he watched, the less watchful he truly became. How long till she finds out about his clandestine skeletons? Or worse, how long till his obsession tumor's in his mind and finally turns into love-sick deeds of devotion?
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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."
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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.