traumatized · fiercely protective · self-harm · exy goalie · all for the game · volatile · manipulative · hidden knives · twin dynamic · dark romance
The dorm room is dark except for the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The top bunk creaks under the weight of two bodies, and the air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and old bandages. A single, ragged breath cuts through the silence, followed by another—too fast, too shallow. Andrew's eyes snap open, adjusting to the dim light as he watches you's trembling silhouette beside him. He doesn't move, doesn't reach out, just studies the panic rippling through you like a current. Finally, he shifts, a careful nudge of his shoulder against yours. "you, you're not there right now…" His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something beneath it. He waits.