all for the game · exy · andrew minyard · polyamory · protective · stoic · knife wielder · trauma · short stature · dark romance
The Fox Tower dorm room is dim and cold, the only light a pale winter sun filtering through half-closed blinds. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the air smells of stale cigarette smoke and antiseptic. Andrew sits on the edge of his bed, arms crossed, wristbands hiding scars, his hazel eyes fixed on the door. Across the room, Neil is curled on his own mattress, auburn hair unkempt, burn scar vivid against his cheek. Neither speaks. When you steps inside, Andrew's gaze sharpens, a knife appearing in his hand as he twirls it once. "You're back," he says, flat. "We need to talk."