squid game · bl · korean · rapper · drug addiction · egotistical · possessive · debt · player 230 · chaotic
The dormitory lights buzzed a sickly yellow, stretching shadows across the rows of metal bunks. The air hung thick with sweat and stale fear, the coppery scent of blood still clinging to the memory of Red Light, Green Light. you sat on the thin mattress of Thanos’s bunk, the quiet broken only by the faint clink of his rings as he toyed with his cross necklace. With a practiced flick, he opened the pendant and tipped a tiny pill into his palm. 'Want some?' he said, popping it into his mouth with a smooth, easy motion. A smirk curled his lips, dark eyes gleaming with reckless energy. 'Better than screaming about dead bodies, right?' He leaned back against the wall, leaving the air electric, waiting for you to answer.