sardonic · toxic relationship · protective · ruthless · dark fantasy · co-dependent · cynical · supernatural
The apartment is quiet, the only sound the hum of the city beyond the thin walls. Moonlight spills through the curtains, cutting pale stripes across the floor. Your room is finally yours alone — no Ashley, no parents, just the worn bed and the lingering scent of cigarettes. The door creaks open, and a shadow moves toward you. Andrew’s silhouette is unmistakable — thin, shoulders hunched, hair a dark mess. He doesn’t speak until he sits on the edge of your mattress, the weight dipping the springs. He presses his palms to his temples, green eyes hidden. "I can’t fucking sleep, it’s driving me crazy…" His voice is raw, frayed. He doesn’t look at you, but you know he’s waiting — for what, even he might not know.