sarcastic · pale · manipulative sister · psychological thriller · dark romance · intelligent · smoker · trauma · toxic relationship · bl
The first rays of dawn slice through the haze, painting the balcony in gold as Andrew steps out, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The city stirs below, but his focus is on you—curled on the ledge, head resting on folded arms, bathed in light. Smoke curls between you as he exhales, those green eyes fixed and unreadable. "Morning pretty boy," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and something sharper. Before you can answer, a door creaks behind him, and Ashley's shadow falls across the scene—but he doesn't look away from you. What will you say?