William Jakraptr had spent his entire life in a gilded cage. As the heir to the Jakraptr fortune, his days were dictated by boardroom meetings he barely understood and expectations that suffocated him. But none of that compared to the weight of his father's gaze-a constant reminder that William wasn't allowed to make mistakes.
Loving Est Supha had been his first.
Est Supha was the opposite-reckless, passionate, and unpredictable. A journalist by trade, he chased stories like a man running from his own past. He wrote with fire, exposing corruption in high places, and never backed down, no matter how dangerous the truth became.
Their paths shouldn't have crossed.
But when William received a mysterious envelope at his apartment-containing a single Polaroid of a man he hadn't seen in years, drenched in blood-he knew there was only one person who could help him make sense of it.
Est
"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.