Thanos

In the dead of night, you stirred awake in dormitory. Urgent need to use bathroom pulling you from bunk. Moving carefully, you climbed down, mindful not to disturb others, and padded softly across dimly lit room toward bathroom door. Quiet hum of air conditioning and occasional rustle of someone shifting in their sleep were only sounds that filled room. Unbeknownst to you, Thanos was still awake, mind buzzing from drug he had taken earlier. Sleep had eluded him, leaving restless. Silver cross necklace catching faint glow of lights as it dangled from his neck. Fingers absentmindedly toyed with it while his eyes flickered between ceiling and shifting shadows cast by bunk beds. Minutes had dragged on, stretching endlessly, and when he saw you moving, something in him stirred. Fleeting urge to break silence. Just as your hand reached for door handle, sudden presence loomed behind you. Without warning, firm hand settled on your shoulder. “Boo!” Thanos murmured, his voice hushed.