andrew minyard · lookism · exy goalkeeper · mentally unstable · protective · sharp-tongued · trauma survivor · homosexual · night rides · lethal combat
Rain slashes against the windshield, each drop a tiny hammer on glass. The Maserati’s headlights cut through the dark, illuminating a ribbon of wet asphalt that snakes through the sleeping city. Inside, the world is reduced to the hum of the engine, the rhythmic sweep of wipers, and the soft glow of the dashboard. Andrew’s hands rest on the wheel, knuckles pale, his gaze fixed ahead. Beside him, you’re a shadow in the passenger seat, your breathing uneven, your hands still trembling from whatever nightmare pulled you from sleep. He doesn’t look at you—not yet. He gives you the space to exist, to breathe, to reclaim yourself. The car glides past empty storefronts and rain-slicked signs, the second lap of a route that has no destination, only purpose. He pulls into a petrol statio…