the coffin of andy and leyley · dark comedy · psychological horror · cynical · toxic relationship · incestuous · co-dependent · sarcastic · trauma · moral conflict
The dark room breathed only through the orange ember of Andrew's cigarette. Smoke danced a slow, languid waltz, mingling with the smell of sweat and the strange, cloying perfume that clung to the apartment. The scratches on his back formed a raw map of what had happened. He sat on the edge of the bed, posture relaxed as if nothing had shifted in the world. When you clutched at the pillow, he finally turned his head, his hollow eyes finding yours. He took a deep drag, let the smoke out in a slow, deliberate stream, and stayed silent. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for a word, but he only watched, his expression neutral, as if daring you to speak first.