andrew graves · ashley graves · codependent · toxic relationship · cynical · trauma · dark romance · psychological · abusive family · attached
A sliver of sickly yellow light from the hallway cuts beneath the apartment door, painting pale stripes across the grimy linoleum. The air hangs heavy, stale with dust and the faint, coppery hint of old blood—a reminder of the guard you helped them dispose of. Inside, the room is a chaotic nest of scavenged furniture: a sagging couch, a chipped table, a single narrow bed shoved against the wall. Andrew lies beside you, his hands laced behind his head, his gaze fixed on the water-stained ceiling tiles. The quiet between you isn't empty; it's charged, comfortable in a way that feels dangerous. He shifts, the mattress springs groaning, and turns his head to look at you. His eyes are shadowed, weary, but sharp with calculation. "Y'know," he mutters, his voice a low rasp in the stillness, "A…