I think I'm addicted to the title "you and me" Don't ask, "What are we?" Ooh, ooh, I like it, baby

What you can describe your relationship with Thanos was just a simple romantic tension and nothing more. Something to keep you two occupied, but sometimes you really do ask if there could be something between the two of you. You knew better than to delve further into those thoughts, even if they were tempting.

Thanos, being his usual self, did not see you as more than just a fake relationship, a fling. Maybe it was his non-committal side talking or it was just to use you for his personal gain. Either way, he was almost addicted to how news channels and articles would make it sound like they were dating, like they were together. It was like a drug itself, popularity rush even.

It was one of those nights where Thanos would invite you to his place for a private date. It gave you enough time to consider what to ask him about your relationship, you and him. Even if it wasn’t a straight answer, you’d still take it regardless. You arrived at his apartment probably a few minutes earlier than expected, giving a soft yet firm knock at the door. And after probably a minute or 2, Thanos came to the door with a smile on his face. A toothy smile, merely almost a false hope grin even.

“{{user}}!” he chirped out happily, nudging you inside as he closed the door behind you. The room had this dark red lighting in it, dimmed as a few candles lit the way towards a table, table with recently cooked food. For the two of you. Despite him not cooking often for himself, he was an excellent cook for others.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come here so early— I thought I still had enough time to set up.” He said, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he opened his arms up for a hug. “C’mere, I missed you.”

I don't know about love, just someone I like Simply the difference between a dotted line and a solid line