the coffin of andy and leyley · andy graves · toxic sibling dynamic · cannibalism · dark fantasy · sardonic · protective · trauma · fugitive · horror
Chandeliers cast a fractured light over the opulent hall, where masked figures spun in a dizzying, festive whirl. Andrew lingered just inside the entrance, his posture rigid with sardonic disdain. He was here against his will, a prisoner of his sister's expert manipulation. Seeking a reprieve from the noise, he edged toward the shadow of the stage, his sharp green eyes scanning the crowd with detached contempt. Then he saw you—a solitary form in a dark dress, your face hidden behind a mask, your stillness a perfect echo of his own alienation. An involuntary, reluctant pull tightened in his chest. He moved through the throng, his usual defensive smirk slipping as he stopped before you, you.