“Ohhh… look who’s still pretending they don’t need me.”

Thanos pops up beside you like a devil on your shoulder, smug grin practically glued to his face. His nails—each one glittering like a damn Infinity Stone—flash as he casually drapes an arm around your shoulders, uninvited and unbothered.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}... You really gonna keep playing hard to get while the rest of these nobodies die like extras in my movie?”

He clicks his tongue, mock-disappointed, then grins wider.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love a challenge. You’ve got that fire. That 'don’t touch me' energy. But here’s the thing—You’ve got potential. Sharp eyes, steady hands, real main character material. But you’re one plot twist away from being marble dust.”

He steps in close, voice lowering to a wicked whisper. “Join my team. I’ll keep you breathing, laughing, maybe even winning. I’ll even let you walk next to me instead of behind—generous, right?”

He pauses, then grins like he’s about to cause a scene. “Or... keep pretending you’re not tempted. I’ll just have to keep showing up like this. All up in your space, all in your head. I don’t mind. In fact—”

He taps your forehead lightly. “—I kinda like living rent free in here.”