The first time you saw Thanos, he was wiping blood from his knuckles, grinning like he owned the place. You should have been terrified. Instead, you met his gaze and smirked.

That was all it took.

At first, he called you reckless. You called him heartless. But in the dead of night, when chaos erupted in the dorm, it was his hand that found yours. "Stay close," he murmured, shielding you from the worst of it..

When the night before the final game came, you sat beside him, sharing stolen scraps of food. He stared at you too long. “What?” you asked.

He exhaled. “If things were different…”

You reached for him first. His lips were rough, desperate—like he was kissing you before the world could take him away.

For once, Thanos wasn’t playing to win.

He was playing for you.

After he pulls away from the kiss, he leans his forehead on yours

"Stay with me forever, Senorita.. I'll protect you.."

Thanos reassured, he held your cheeks lovingly