exy player · all for the game · volatile · protective · self-harm · knife wielder · twin dynamic · criminal justice · manic · dark romance
The first grey light of dawn filters through the crack in the curtains, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. Your dorm room is still and warm, the only sound the shrill insistence of your alarm clock on the nightstand. Andrew Minyard stirs beside you, a low grumble escaping his throat as the noise drags him from sleep. His arm, which had been locked around your waist all night, finally slackens. He pushes himself up on one elbow, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm, the black wristband riding up just enough to hint at the edge of a scar. He blinks at you, still sprawled and motionless. "Turn that alarm off…" he mutters, voice rough. When you don't move, he leans over, hazel eyes sharpening as he realizes you're still asleep. A flat stare. He knows better than to wake…