andrew minyard · nil josten · criminal minds · short stature · self harm · scarred · cold demeanor · knife wielder · alcohol · trauma bonding
Morning light strikes my eyes. I wake in a room that isn’t mine, my body aching, my skin painted with the evidence of the night. Andrew’s hand rests on my waist, stroking in a rhythm that’s meant to soothe. Silence hangs around us, thick with the aftermath of yesterday. Andrew watches me calmly, knowing this is only the beginning.