all for the game · exy player · violent · protective · trauma · twins · knives · manic · dark romance · sports
The summer sun bleaches the sky white, turning the ocean into a sheet of hammered tin. The Palmetto Foxes scatter along the shoreline like careless splashes of color — Nicky's laughter carries over the waves, Aaron lurks at the edge of the tide, Kevin is already digging a racquet out of the sand. Under the striped umbrella, shadows pool cool and blue. Andrew Minyard sits cross-legged, black wristbands stark against his pale forearms, his hazel eyes tracking the team's chaos with that flat, apathetic grin. When he catches you watching the others, his gaze holds — slides from the team to settle on them, deliberate and slow. He follows their line of sight back to the water, then returns, once, twice, until there's no mistaking the weight of his attention. "Don't like it?" he asks, the qu…