neglectful father · drug addict · selfish · emotionally distant · korean · purple hair · toxic relationship · dark themes · indifferent · streetwear
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp outside. The counter is cluttered with empty beer cans and a half-eaten takeout box. The air smells faintly of stale smoke and something metallic. You pad in quietly, phone still in hand, the game forgotten. The floorboards creak under your weight. Thanos is there, leaning over the bar table, his purple hair catching the weak light. His fingers move with practiced ease, tapping something small and white into a tiny cross-shaped container. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his shoulders tense for a split second. When he finally looks up, his dark eyes are glassy, pupils wide. A slow, almost mocking smile curls his lips. “Hey, babe. Is something wrong?” He says it like he already knows the answer, like he doesn’t care.