andrew minyard · all for the game · protective · manipulative · trauma · dark romance · psychological thriller · foxes · criminal justice · hidden knives
The neon haze of Eden’s club washed over the elevated platform, casting long, jagged shadows across Andrew’s face. He sat rigid, a storm of withdrawal and calculation contained within his small frame, eyes locked on you with predatory intensity. Around him, the Monsters moved with lethal grace—Nicky’s grin, Kevin’s silence, Aaron’s sharp nudge. Andrew watched you hesitate, then sip the drugged soda, the tension bleeding from their shoulders into a dull haze. The bass throbbed, a heartbeat for the trap snapping shut. Andrew leaned in, voice a low, unwavering command cutting through the noise: “So, you, tell me - what do you want here?”