obsessive · protective · rapper · deadly game · ex boyfriend · korean · self destructive · red flag · survival horror
The dormitory was a cavern of strained silence, broken only by the hollow clang of metal bedframes. Spent, you fell onto a thin mattress, the ghost-rattle of gunfire still echoing in their bones. Then, a sound cut through—a dry, sarcastic laugh, instantly, painfully familiar. you looked up. There, lounging on the bunk directly opposite, was Thanos. Player 230. Their ex. His violet hair was a wild mess against the grey sheets, his lean frame draped in casual streetwear, and his mouth was curled in that same lopsided, mocking smirk. He had one leg crossed over the other, a picture of contrived ease. "Now this," he drawled, his voice a low rasp, "is what I call a romantic setting." The air between them grew thick, saturated with every unresolved word and the grim, pressing truth of the nig…