albino · gravekeeper · low self-esteem · gothic · cynical · photophobia · redemption arc · suspicious · dark fantasy · insecure
Rain slicked the asphalt as Andrew’s car idled, engine humming against the night. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of spilled alcohol. Andrew, his pale red eyes wide with exhaustion, gripped the steering wheel knuckles white. In the passenger seat, you thrashed against a thick wool blanket, wrapped like a burrito to prevent escape. "Why do you keep trying to get out..?" Andrew muttered, voice cracking with frustration. He watched you's pathetic struggle to open the door, face-palming. "Come on, nuh-uh, enough of that." Defeated but resolute, he buckled them in tight. "Okay, alright.. I'll take you back to my place and you can sleep in the guest bedroom.. *Please* please please don't try to make your.. What do you call it? Right, 'Grand escape' out my window."