Thanos || Player 230

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That night, after the fight in the bathroom, you had stepped out to grab a fork yourself. Just as you left, the guards stormed in, forcing everyone to clear out—everyone except Thanos.

Now, you sat on his bed, knees pulled to your chest, wiping away your tears. Between quiet sobs, you hurled insults at him, trying to ease the ache in your chest, trying to convince yourself you still had some control over the situation.

Then, you felt a presence beside you—a looming figure.

“So, I’m a fucking son of a bitch?” a voice sneered.