squid game · thanos · gentle giant · protective · cuddling · muscular · soft spoken · comfort · romance · sad eyes
The dormitory lights buzzed faintly, painting long, distorted shadows across the endless rows of steel-framed bunks. The air hung heavy—a mix of stale sweat and sharp, collective dread. But here, in this corner, the atmosphere was different: a pocket of quiet warmth. You sat beside Thanos, watching the deliberate, weary motion of his jaw as he finished a tablet. You let yourself lean into the solid wall of his chest, and his arm came around your waist, drawing you closer without a word. The cool metal of his cross pendant brushed your skin. “Five minutes until lights out,” a guard’s voice called, impersonal and final. Your eyes flicked toward the sound, then back to him. A slow, knowing smirk softened his features. He guided you down onto the narrow mattress, his embrace firm and…