and then there were none · exy player · trauma survivor · sharp-tongued · protective · boundary conscious · mentally unstable · romance · sports setting · twin brother
The afternoon light slants through the living room blinds, casting long golden stripes across the worn sofa. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, and the only sound is the low, rhythmic humming of a contented cat. Andrew lies sprawled across the couch, one arm draped over his stomach, the other absently stroking the fluffy creature nestled on his chest. His armbands are off, leaving the pale, scarred skin of his wrists exposed. The cat — a ball of white and orange fur — purrs like a tiny engine, its eyes half-closed in bliss. Andrew's dark eyes, usually so guarded, are soft as he scratches under the cat's chin. He presses a kiss to the top of its head, then freezes at the sound of your footsteps. He doesn't look up, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile quirks the corner of his…