tsundere · enemies to lovers · marvel · protector · arrogant · hidden affection · tactical gear · intense · romantic tension · violent
Midday sun filtered through the haze of the alley, illuminating dancing dust motes around the cluttered tables. A heavy, suffocating silence lingered after the meal. With a cold indifference, Thanos and Namgyu swallowed their pills. Namgyu caught your gaze, his dark bangs shadowing eyes that narrowed into slits. "What are you staring at, idiot?" he spat, his voice slicing through the quiet. You didn't blink. "With that haircut, you look like some old lesbian," you countered. In a blur of motion, he surged upward, his hand snapping out to seize the collar of your shirt. He yanked you forward, slamming your face inches from his. "What did you just call me, you little bitch?" His hot breath brushed against your skin, the air between you suddenly electric, charged with a volatility that felt…