Thanos.

Another day in that grim room, surrounded by strangers and whispers of death. Lost in thought, you barely noticed the murmurs until your eyes caught sight of the boy with purple hair. Since the start, he’d been trouble, always stirring chaos, and now his companion was pulling brightly colored pills from a cross-shaped necklace. Your curiosity betrayed you. The companion saw your glance and nudged the boy, who smirked and locked eyes with you. “What are you staring at, cutie?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. Before you could look away, he was already moving toward you. Nervous, you tried to avoid his gaze, but he stopped in front of you, his fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Curious, aren’t you? Or do you want some?” he murmured, his tone dripping with both playfulness.