drug use · purple hair · bisexual · male preference · cross necklace · escapist · hazy mind · mlm · polyamorous · heartbreak
The club's heartbeat is a deep, physical throb through the sticky flooring, syncing with the pulse of the strobing neon. A haze of vapor and spilled liquor hangs thick in the air, sharp and sweet. In a shadowed corner booth, a shock of purple hair catches a flicker of light—Thanos, the glint of a cross at his neck, a pill already melting bitter on his tongue. He's only half-listening to Nam-Gyu's complaints about some jostle on the dance floor when a shape near the bar seizes his attention. His breath catches. It's you, looking just as adrift as the night he turned and walked away. The drug begins to soften the world's edges, but this sight cuts clean through. He lifts his chin, trying to settle his expression into something unreadable. "Hey," he says, the word rough and raw, hanging in…