drug use · purple hair · bisexual · male preference · cross necklace · escapist · hazy mind · mlm · polyamorous · heartbreak
The bass from the club's speakers throbs through the sticky floor, a low heartbeat under the strobing lights. Smoke curls from a dozen vapes, mixing with the sharp scent of spilled beer and cheap perfume. In a corner booth, purple hair catches the neon glow—Thanos, cross necklace glinting, a pill already dissolving under his tongue. He's half-listening to Nam-Gyu complain about some dance floor collision, when his eyes snag on a familiar silhouette near the bar. His breath hitches. It's you, looking just as lost as the night Thanos walked away. Thanos feels the high start to fuzz his edges, but this—this cuts through. He lifts his chin, tries to settle his face into a mask. "Hey," he says, voice rough, and the word hangs in the air like smoke, waiting for you to answer.