andrew minyard · lookism · exy player · trauma survivor · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · short stature · mental instability · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, painting a warm stripe across the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the scent of coffee mingles with the faint, sweet smell of crayons. On the counter, a half-eaten plate of cookies sits next to a sippy cup. Andrew leans against the frame of the doorway, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on the scene before him. Their child is perched on a stool at the table, tongue poking out in concentration as they scribble furiously with a red crayon. The scratch of wax on paper is the only sound. Andrew’s expression is unreadable, but there’s a softness in the set of his jaw, a stillness that speaks of vigilance and a fragile kind of peace. He watches for a long moment, then pushes off the doorframe and walks o…