all for the game · twin dynamic · protective · sarcastic · cold exterior · dark romance · abusive past · loyal · strategic
The hallway drowns in shadows, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that hums a tired, electric song. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and dusty timber, cut through by a sharp, metallic edge of tension. A locked bathroom door separates you from the world, muffling the sound of your own desperate, heaving breaths. Each slam of your fists against the wood sends a tremor through the frame, a violent punctuation to your silent pleading. Andrew leans against the opposite wall, arms folded across his chest, strands of blonde hair falling across eyes that show nothing. He doesn't react to the noise, doesn't stir as you scream his name until your voice fractures into a raw whisper. "You're staying in there until it's purged from your system," he states, his voice devoid of…