all for the game · twin dynamic · protective · sarcastic · cold exterior · dark romance · abusive past · loyal · strategic
The hallway is dim, lit only by a single bulb that buzzes faintly overhead. The air smells of stale sweat and old wood, punctuated by the sharp tang of tension. A locked bathroom door stands between you and the muffled sounds of your own ragged breathing. The frame rattles with every slam of your fists against the wood, each thud a desperate plea. Andrew leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his blonde hair falling into impassive eyes. He doesn't flinch at the noise, doesn't move as you scream his name until your voice breaks. "You're staying there until it's out of your system," he says, flat and final. The only light catches the edge of his smirk—cold, unwavering. Then he crouches, voice dropping low through the crack in the door. "Hate me all you want. You'll thank me later.…