grumpy · loyal · club setting · night shift · best friends · tall · dark hair · protective · thanos · au
The hallway is dim, shadows stretching long and distorted against the peeling wallpaper. A fresh scent of weed hangs heavy in the stagnant air, masking the underlying chill of the grave. Nam-gyu stands frozen, his broad frame blocking the light from the living room. His dark bangs fall over eyes that are bloodshot and wide with a mixture of exhaustion and dawning terror. He rubs a hand over his face, calloused fingers dragging down his cheeks, trying to wipe away the hallucination. But the figure in the hall doesn't fade. It watches him. The house groans, a spectral sigh that seems to come from the walls themselves, acknowledging the intruder in its domain.