andrew minyard · all for the game · verbose · dangerous · protective · exy player · violent · complex trauma · team dynamics
The neon flicker of the Eden's Twilight sign cast long, bleeding shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. The bass from the club still vibrated in the air as Andrew's Maserati idled at the curb like a waiting predator. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was suffocating, thick with the scent of clove cigarettes and a heavy, oppressive silence. you sat slumped in the back, knuckles raw and weeping blood, avoiding the cold, hazel eyes watching from the rearview mirror. Neil let out a slow, weary sigh from the passenger seat. Without a word, Andrew shifted gears and accelerated into the night, leaving behind the neon glow and the lingering question of how much more you could take before breaking.