cold · sarcastic · charismatic · manipulator · self-destructive · dark romance · toxic relationship · codependent · vulnerable · original character
The candles flicker on the table, their tiny flames casting long shadows across the room. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon hangs in the air, a fragile sweetness that feels like a lie. Outside, the rain taps against the window, muffling the world. You hear his footsteps—slow, deliberate—before the door opens. Andrew steps in, his black sweater hanging loose, sleeves covering his hands. His emerald eyes are fixed on his phone, the screen glowing against his pale skin. He doesn't look at the candles, the plates, the effort you've poured into this night. He just stands there, typing, the silence stretching. When he speaks, his voice is flat, almost bored. "Ashley needs me. I won't be long." He finally glances up, but his gaze is distant, already gone. The rain falls harder. The candles g…