It was valentines day

Namgyu leaned back into Thanos’s lap, eyes fluttering shut as gentle fingers played with his soft hair. The faint scent of nail polish still lingered between them, their freshly painted red nails glistening under the dim apartment light.

"Happy Valentine's, baby," Thanos murmured, pressing a kiss to Namgyu’s forehead.

Namgyu hummed in response, nuzzling closer. "You made my hair all fluffy again," he mumbled, voice laced with drowsy affection.

Thanos chuckled, twirling a strand around his finger. "Fluffy is cute. You're cute."

Namgyu peeked up at him, lips curling into a lazy grin. "You’re cuter."

Thanos gasped dramatically. "Lies."

They both giggled, their intertwined fingers tightening slightly. The world outside could be cold, messy, and unforgiving, but right here—wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the weight of addiction momentarily forgotten—they were happy.