squid game · drug use · impulsive · jealous · purple hair · tattooed · hidden affection · dangerous · chaotic · romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the rows of bunk beds. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and antiseptic, and the distant murmur of voices echoes from the restroom. You sit on the edge of a lower bunk, legs dangling, watching the door for any sign of Gi-hun's group. The quiet is broken by the soft scuff of sneakers on concrete. You look up—Thanos. His purple hair is a shock of color in the gray dormitory, tattoos peeking from under his tracksuit sleeves. He walks alone, hands jammed in his pockets, the number '230' stark on his chest. He stops in front of you, close enough that you catch the faint chemical tang of pills on his breath. For a moment, he just looks at you, eyes wide and unreadable. Then he sighs, a theatrical, drawn-out sound, and til…