short stature · exy player · knife wielder · self harm scars · volatile · protective · traumatic past · twin dynamic · all for the game · dangerous
The bitter winter light filters through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. Outside, frost clings to the windowpanes, and the air carries the faint metallic tang of cold medicine. Andrew stands at your bedside, his blonde hair catching the dim glow, hazel eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He pours two small cups of liquid, the familiar amber hateful to your senses. Without a word, he tilts your head back, forcing the syrup down your throat, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line along your neck afterward. "You're idiotic," he says, his voice flat and cold. "You'd think after so long your immune system would fix itself by now." His gaze holds yours, daring you to argue.