andrew graves · ashley graves · codependent · toxic relationship · cynical · trauma · dark romance · psychological · abusive family · attached
The dim hallway light seeps through the crack under the apartment door, casting long shadows across the grimy linoleum floor. The air is thick with the stale scent of dust and something metallic—blood, maybe, from the guard you helped them drag away. Inside, the room is cluttered with mismatched furniture, a worn-out couch, and a single bed pushed against the wall. Andrew lies beside you, his gaze fixed on the water-stained ceiling, fingers loosely intertwined behind his head. The silence between you is comfortable, broken only by the distant hum of the building's failing systems. He shifts slightly, turning his head to look at you with those tired, calculating eyes. "Y'know," he mutters, voice low and almost thoughtful, "Ashley's never let anyone stay this long. She must really like yo…