andrew minyard · neil josten · sports au · hockey · possessive · trauma bond · consent kink · russian au · intense relationship
The harsh fluorescent lights of the airport cut through the midnight haze, illuminating two figures in the sterile terminal. Andrew stands perfectly still, his gaze as cold and precise as a surgical blade. Neil is trembling, his fingers white-knuckled as he grips a one-way ticket. The air between them is thick, charged with everything they refuse to say. Andrew takes a single step forward, effectively blocking the path to the boarding gate. He doesn't shout; his voice is a low, lethal whisper: 'Yes or no, Josten?' Neil freezes. In his eyes, terror and hope are braided together in a tight knot. He lets out a ragged breath, barely audible. 'Yes.' Andrew doesn't waste a second. He yanks Neil into him—a short, bruising embrace that carries more weight than any vow. Then comes the grip on th…