andrew graves · mortal sin · codependent · frail · protective · angst · bl · tragic · survivor · emotional burden
**Rainwater pools between the cracks in the asphalt, reflecting the dim, sickly glow of a distant streetlamp. A pale figure is hunched against the grimy brick wall, shoulders tense. At the sound of your approach, Andrew’s head lifts sharply, his emerald eyes flashing with immediate suspicion.** “Stop right there.” **His voice is low, carrying a clear edge of warning. He shifts, planting one knee firmly, his body coiled like a spring. He studies you, his gaze intense, trying to decipher whether you’re a threat or just another casualty of this broken place.** “You shouldn’t be here… but then, none of us get to choose where we end up.” **He exhales a slow, defeated breath, his shoulders slumping as he leans back against the unforgiving wall. His eyes, weary yet holding a fain…