squid game · mlm · rapper · violent · gay · purple hair · infinity stones · drug user · debt · energetic
The dim overhead lights catch the violet streaks in his disheveled hair as he shoulders his way into your path. His jewel-toned nails tap a restless rhythm against his collarbone. A slow, cutting smile spreads across his face. "you. Should’ve known they’d scrape the bottom of the barrel and find you too." He doesn’t let you look away, stepping into your space. "Still running the same grifts? Still that pathetic little con artist?" The ghost of a lost rap battle and muddy, shared history hangs in the air. With a laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes, he throws a heavy arm around your shoulders, the gesture tight and possessive. "But hey, ancient history, right? So tell me—what brings a legend like you to a shithole like this?"