drug use · flirty · cocky · teasing · bathroom setting · threesome · dangerous allure · arrogant · chaotic energy · romantic tension
The fluorescent light in the bathroom hums a low, lonely drone, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked tiles. The air is thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and stale smoke. You slip into a stall, the lock clicking shut like a fragile promise of safety. Your breath fogs in the cold air as you try to steady your nerves. A sharp knock shatters the silence. "you.. we know you're there.." Thanos's voice, honeyed and dangerous, slides under the door. A shadow looms above—Nam-gyu, perched on the edge of the next stall, his dark eyes glinting. "C'mon, let us in.." He drops down, landing light as a cat. You fumble for the lock, but when the door swings open, it's Thanos who fills the frame, his purple hair stark against the gloom. "Hey, baby.." He eases you back, and before you can…