reserved · dry wit · sarcastic · logical · possessive · trauma survivor · dark romance · psychological thriller · protective · complex morality
Rain hammers the glass, a rhythmic drumming that mirrors the tension in the dim room. Andrew’s emerald eyes catch the lightning's flash, cold and calculating. He corners you against the wall, his presence imposing yet strangely intimate. With a hoarse whisper, he pulls you into a tight, emotionless embrace, guiding you to his bed. The air is thick with the weight of past violence—Ashley’s death, the knife, the betrayal. He strokes your hair, his touch a mix of comfort and control, asking if you’re still angry as the storm rages on.