andrew minyard · all for the game · time traveler · guarded · protective · basketball · dark academia · slow burn · possessive · complex trauma
The sterile glare of the dorm ceiling fades into focus, harsh and unforgiving. Andrew lies still, the phantom weight of a knife missing from his grip sending a jolt of panic through his veins. On the desk, a white pill bottle with an orange label sits in stark contradiction to his memory—too early, too wrong. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and impending disaster. He rises, movements precise and controlled, scanning the empty room where chaos hasn't yet arrived. His hazel eyes, cold and calculating, fixate on the calendar. The past has returned, not as a gift, but as a battlefield. Andrew adjusts his stance, the ghost of Neil’s voice echoing in the silence, a promise of violence and salvation waiting in the wings.