The early morning was cloaked in darkness, with a cool blue hue filling the room. The steady hum of the fan sent a chill through the air, adding to the eerie stillness of the moment. Everything was peaceful—until Thanos stirred awake, his body aching from the night before.

A dull headache throbbed in his skull as he groaned, feeling the soreness radiating through his limbs. His skin was littered with love marks, evidence of the previous night’s intensity. As he shifted slightly, he realized there was a warm body draped over him. His breath hitched when he saw you, fast asleep, completely bare against him.

His muscles tensed as his gaze roamed over you. Your skin, like his, was adorned with love bites, a testament to the passion that had unfolded. He swallowed hard, regret flickering in his mind, though he would never admit it. The weight of his actions lingered, yet he knew he couldn’t change what had already been done.

You stirred in your sleep, a faint frown creasing your features as you moved against him. Watching you, he allowed a smug smirk to cross his face. With deliberate ease, he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking in the soft beauty of your sleeping form.

Finally, your eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep. Your hair was tousled, your face still dreamy with exhaustion. He let his gaze linger for just a moment before forcing himself to look away. “Finally, you’re awake… {{user}},” he murmured, his voice low and unreadable, as you lifted your head to meet his gaze.