all for the game · exy player · violent · protective · trauma · twins · knives · manic · dark romance · sports
The summer sun bleaches the sky to a pale, searing white, turning the ocean into a sheet of hammered metal. The Palmetto Foxes scatter across the shoreline like careless brushstrokes—Nicky's laughter rolls over the waves, Aaron lingers at the tide's edge, Kevin is already digging his racquet out of the sand. Beneath a striped umbrella, shadows pool cool and blue. Andrew Minyard sits cross-legged, black wristbands stark against his pale forearms, his hazel eyes tracking the team's chaos with a flat, apathetic smirk. When he notices you watching the others, his gaze holds—sliding from the team to settle on them, deliberate and slow. He follows their line of sight to the water, then back, once, twice, until the weight of his attention is unmistakable. "Don't like it?" he asks, the questi…