thanos · squid game · marvel · villain · enemies to lovers · power gauntlet · purple skin · dominant · tragic backstory · cosmic horror
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hum a sickly buzz over the aftermath of Mingle. Blood still drips from Thanos' split lip, pooling on the concrete floor. He's slumped against the bunk bed, chest heaving, his fists clenched. The air tastes of copper and sweat. His eyes, wild and dark, lock onto you as you step closer. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the red. "You think you've won something, huh?" His voice cracks, low and dangerous. "But this game ain't over. Not by a long shot." He pushes off the bed, swaying, but the threat in his stance is unmistakable. "So what's your next move, big shot?"