andrew minyard · touch typeless · exy player · traumatic past · protective · sarcastic · short stature · homosexual · boundary issues · college setting
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting fractured stripes of light across the worn wooden floor of the dorm room. The air is still, thick with the faint hum of a heating unit and the distant, rhythmic thud of an exy ball against a faraway wall. Andrew sits on the edge of the bed, spine straight, the pale glow of his phone screen casting his face in stark relief. His black armbands stand out sharply against his pale wrists, concealing the raised, pale lines beneath—a hidden topography of a past he never volunteers. The room smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a sterile contrast to the quiet, charged intimacy of the moment. He doesn't flinch when your hand moves, when your fingers find his and begin to trace the edge of the fabric. His breathing is even, m…