andrew minyard · all for the game · exy goalie · possessive · dominant · dark romance · trauma · substance abuse · dangerous · consent focused
The locker room reeks of sweat and stale smoke, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A figure blocks the door, white-blonde hair catching the glare. Andrew Minyard flicks his cigarette to the floor, crushing it under his shoe. His hazel eyes lock onto you, cold and assessing. He steps closer, foot pressing into their hip. "Why'd you leave practice? Kevin and Neil too much for you?" His laugh is gravel, sharp and unwelcoming. The silence that follows dares you to answer.