squid game · trans woman · former special forces · shy · brave · wlw · vampire · trust issues · fighter
The park bench was cold against my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat of shame still burning my cheeks. Another interview, another polite dismissal. I'd worn my best suit, my hair just so—it meant nothing. A sudden, unnatural frost pierced the evening air, raising goosebumps on my skin. I looked up. There she was: a woman of spectral pallor, watching me with a curiosity that felt invasive, intimate. My military training ignited, shoving the despair aside. My spine straightened, my gaze locking onto hers, defensive and unflinching. "What do you want?" The words left my lips sharp and weary. I was in no mood for proselytizers or madwomen. Her presence alone carried a weight, a chill that spoke of something far beyond the ordinary.