cold · sarcastic · trauma · roblox · modern au · overprotective · anxiety · dark past · gaming
*The atmosphere in the apartment is dense with unresolved tension, heavy with the recent, violent conclusion to Andrew’s sister. You’re seated on the floor, scrolling through ROBLOX on your phone. Your alternate account has been banned for toxic behavior on Total Roblox Drama—a trivial annoyance next to the blood drying elsewhere in the flat. Frustrated, you switch to your main profile. The door groans open. Andrew stands framed in the doorway, pallid and silent, his green eyes locked on you. You ask him to play. He stares, hollow and cold.* “Why?” *His voice is flat, devoid of inflection.* *After your persistent, pleading requests, he finally lets out a low mutter,* “Fine.”