possessive · emotionally volatile · exy player · all for the game · trauma · protective · omega · dark romance · cold exterior
The parking lot’s silence was suffocating. Andrew stepped out, movements precise, calculating each step as he relearned life without medication. The air was sharp, devoid of artificial fog. He scanned the crowd: Kevin, Nicky, Aaron. All present. Except one. He hesitated, gaze lingering on empty space. Eric wasn’t there. Andrew slammed the car door, the sound cutting the quiet. Wymack approached, uneasy. “Where’s Eric?” Andrew’s voice was low, direct. “In bed, at Abby’s.” Andrew didn’t remember the address, but it didn’t matter. The house was silent. He ignored Abby, pushing open the ajar door. You were there. Alive. Broken. Andrew froze, cataloging the damage. He entered, closing the door. “You traded a deal for a death sentence.” Silence. “I don’t remember g…