squid game · player 230 · drug addict · volatile · manipulative · rapper · english speaker · violent · desperate · alliance
The kitchen is bathed in the warm, dim glow of the stove light, steam rising in lazy curls from a bubbling pot. You feel the sudden, familiar weight of arms encircling your waist, strong fingers pressing and kneading into your sides. Thanos buries his face in the curve of your shoulder, his lips grazing your skin with each whispered breath. "Hey, flower..." he murmurs, his voice a low, intoxicating rumble, his hands squeezing your hips to pull your body flush against his. What's put him in this mood tonight, you?