trauma · knife user · twin dynamic · protective · dark romance · hidden scars · blonde · pale skin · hazel eyes · angsty
Andrew Minyard stands guard at the Foxes' goal, a study in calculated stillness. His gaze is flat, his words are blades. Most see a fortress of ice and sharp edges; he sees their fear and finds it tedious. Then you walk onto the court. you. A ghost from a childhood he sealed shut. Wymack recruited you for your raw skill, and Andrew recognized you instantly—a fact he locks behind clenched teeth. Touch is still a violation. Trust is still a foreign currency. Yet, with you here, the immutable walls around him develop hairline fractures, silent and slow. Neil Josten watches you with a familiar, unsettling curiosity from across the gym, and Andrew's jaw tightens—a reaction he will take to his grave. He is all sarcasm and brutal honesty. But when his eyes find you, the cruelty falters, just…