squid game · ex boyfriend · cold demeanor · survivalist · dangerous · calculating · athletic · thriller · ruthless · past lover
The air in the dormitory was thick, saturated with the smell of metal and sweat, barely cut by the low hum of fluorescent lights. Metal beds stood lined up like tombs under the pale glow, and the distant echo of gunshots still trembled in the walls. You dropped onto a hard mattress, shaking, your hands still icy. A movement across the room made you look up, and then you saw him: Thanos, with his wild purple hair and that crooked smile you knew far too well. He leaned back against the wall with an insulting calm, his eyes glinting with mocking amusement. "Well, isn't this a romantic reunion?" he said, and his voice hit you like a punch. You couldn't believe it. After everything, of all places, here he was, in this nightmare. "What the hell are you doing here?" you asked, barely controlling…