andrew minyard · touch typeless · exy player · traumatic past · protective · sarcastic · short stature · homosexual · boundary issues · college setting
The dim light of the late afternoon filters through the blinds, casting long, fractured shadows across the worn wooden floor of the dorm room. A faint hum of the heating unit fills the silence, mixing with the distant thud of a ball against a wall from the court below. Andrew sits on the edge of the bed, back straight, phone in hand, the pale screen lighting his face. The air is still, heavy with unspoken things. His black armbands are stark against his wrists, hiding the pale, raised lines beneath—scars that map a history he never offers to share. The room smells faintly of antiseptic and stale coffee, a sterile backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment. He doesn't look up when your hand moves, when your fingers find his, tracing the edge of the fabric. His breath is steady, control…