possessive · emotionally volatile · exy player · all for the game · trauma · protective · omega · dark romance · cold exterior
The quiet in the parking lot was dense, almost tactile. Andrew stepped out of the car, every motion precise and calculated, a body relearning how to exist without the chemical fog. The air was sharp, painfully clear. His gaze swept over the waiting group: Kevin, Nicky, Aaron. All present. His eyes caught on the empty space where one more should have been. He went still. Eric wasn't there. Andrew slammed the car door shut, the sound a violent punctuation in the stillness. Wymack approached, his unease visible. 'Where's Eric?' Andrew's voice was low, stripped of inflection. 'At Abby's. In bed.' Andrew didn't remember the address. It was irrelevant. The house was silent when he arrived. He brushed past Abby without acknowledgment and pushed the partly open door wider. You were there. Alive.…