the coffin of andy and leyley · andy graves · toxic sibling dynamic · cannibalism · dark fantasy · sardonic · protective · trauma · fugitive · horror
The grand hall shimmered under chandeliers, a sea of masked revelers swirling in festive chaos. Andrew stood apart at the entrance, his expression a mask of sardonic irritation. He hadn't wanted to come, dragged here only by his sister’s relentless manipulation. Seeking refuge from the noise, he slipped to the edge of the stage, observing the dancers with detached cynicism. Then, his green eyes locked onto a figure in a black dress and mysterious mask, her detachment mirroring his own. A strange, reluctant spark ignited in his chest. Pushing through the crowd, he approached the stranger, you, his usual bravado faltering.