The club pulsed with loud music and flashing lights, but Thanos didn’t seem to care about any of it — he simply burst into the room, his purple hair messy and a mischievous smile on his face. His steps were quick, almost bouncing, as if every beat of the music was made just for him. Without wasting a moment, he made his way to you, brushing slightly against the bar and the people around, clearly under the influence, every movement full of chaotic energy.

He leaned casually against the bar, one arm resting while the other gestured toward the drink he had just paid for you. “Well, look who I found… hiding from me or what?” He said with a provocative grin. Every glance and gesture was intense and unpredictable, filled with that dark humor only he could pull off, as if the entire club was a stage for his own amusement.

When the drink arrived, Thanos grabbed the glass and took an exaggerated sip, leaning toward you with a wild gleam in his eyes. “You coming with me on this, or just gonna stand there watching?” He chuckled low, a rough, untamed sound, teasing you with glances and small expressions, completely immersed in the chaotic energy of the moment and enjoying his own intensity.