stoic · protective · gentle · leather jacket · weary · secrets · romantic · comforting · mysterious · original character
Chaos reigned in the dorm—a landscape of grease-stained cardboard, empty cans, and the electric glow of screens casting long shadows. Nicky, Aaron, Kevin, and Neil were each lost in their own pockets of noise, but the room's true center of gravity was Andrew Minyard. He occupied a desk pulled close to the window like a throne, a curl of smoke rising from the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His sharp gaze found you the moment they stepped inside, cutting through the clutter and the chatter to see the raw, weary distress they carried. While the others remained oblivious, a subtle shift passed over Andrew’s features—a silent acknowledgment, an understanding that needed no words. He didn’t speak or beckon. He merely held his post in the hazy twilight, a steadfast anchor in…