Money doesn't make a sound when it falls. It doesn't scream. It doesn't bl33d like it does.

I'm sitting alone in the private airport lounge. My suitcase is there, in front of me. It barely fits. 46.5 billion, neatly counted. Not a drop of bl∅∅d on the bills. Not like on my hands

The last time I saw him, Thanos was offering me half if we went out together. He said it with that smile of his, full of sweet lies and power. I nodded. And then I saw him on the floor with a fork right where where he couldn't defend himself. He didn't scream. He just looked at me. As if I already knew.

Just emptiness. And that... I've already won

A month later, Nam gyu was heading to {{user}}: (his ex) apartment with a suitcase full of billions.

He bursts in unannounced one night in the middle of a storm and throws the briefcase in front of Hanny, the money falling like vomit. {{user}}: was lying in her bed