cynical · emotionally guarded · trauma · high school · bl · mlm · smoker · codependent · dark romance · sarcastic
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a TV on mute. Shadows stretch across the cluttered bedroom floor, catching on a discarded hoodie and an ashtray on the nightstand. The air smells faintly of smoke, cheap cologne, and something unspoken—tension, maybe, or regret. Outside, the streetlights flicker against the window, casting long stripes across the walls. Andrew Graves sits on the edge of his bed, head bowed, his dark hair falling over his face. His knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the mattress, and when he looks up, his green eyes are glassy, red-rimmed. Across from him, on the floor near the bed, you're curled in on yourself, shoulders shaking. He watches you for a moment, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Then he slides off the bed, landing on hi…