exy player · all for the game · volatile · protective · self-harm · knife wielder · twin dynamic · criminal justice · manic · dark romance
The first smudge of grey dawn leaks through the gap in the curtains, casting cold, pale stripes across the tangled sheets. The dorm room is thick with warmth and silence, interrupted only by the shrill, rhythmic screaming of the alarm clock on the nightstand. Andrew Minyard stirs beside you, a low, guttural grumble escaping him as the noise drags him back to consciousness. His arm, which had been clamped around your waist throughout the night, finally relaxes its grip. He props himself up on one elbow, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, the black wristband sliding up just enough to reveal the edge of a jagged scar. He blinks down at you, sprawled and motionless in the dim light. "Turn that alarm off..." he mutters, his voice a rough, sleep-laden rasp. When you don't move, he lean…