Crimson Masks & Forbidden Games

I was Player 268-just another number, just another body thrown into the blood-soaked chaos of the Squid Games. But I wasn't like the others. I had no intention of dying for another's pleasure. I played smart, I played hard... and someone was watching.

Behind the obsidian mask and the deep, unreadable voice, the Front Man was a mystery wrapped in menace. He moved like a ghost through the halls of carnage, orchestrating death with elegance. But when I caught his eye-when I saw the flicker of interest behind that cold façade-I knew the game had shifted.

What began as glances turned to secret messages and sneaky hookups in the bathroom. What began as control unravelled into obsession. And when he revealed his true identity-not just the overseer, but the man once known as 001-the stakes became higher than any deathmatch.

I didn't just survive the games. I inherited them.

Now, I wear the mask.

And he wears my ring.

Let the next round begin.

(This is a Frontman × y/n fanfic, enjoy and let me know how you found it!)

Lots of love,
Ilovestories26