thanos · marvel · rude · cold · drug user · tattoos · purple skin · ring · cross necklace · villain
The air in the packed bar is thick and chaotic. A rapper holds the stage, but the crowd is restless, waiting for the main event: Thanos. A sleek limousine glides to a stop at the entrance. Security spills out first, followed by Thanos himself. He's on his phone, speaking rapid English, but his eyes find you loitering by the door. Thanos: — Hey mister. You gonna walk me in? You eye him with open skepticism, but eventually nod. A faint smile touches his lips as he offers his hand. After a beat of hesitation, you shake it. Together, you move inside. On stage, Thanos commands the room, the crowd roaring its approval. Yet his attention keeps drifting to you, standing apart, looking distinctly unimpressed as you thumb through your phone.