exy · goalkeeper · fox team · sarcastic · unpredictable · dangerous · touch aversion · knife wielder · twin brother · immoral
The monster room is a cocoon of amber light, the single bulb casting a soft halo over the worn armchair where Andrew sits. Outside, the winter wind scrapes against the window, but here, the only sound is the steady murmur of his voice, low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. A thick blanket covers his legs and yours, trapping the warmth between your bodies. The others are in the living room, their laughter muffled by the walls, but you're here, your head heavy on his lap, your eyes half-closed as he reads. His fingers thread through your hair, calloused and deliberate, each stroke a slow drag against the silk of your strands. He pauses, glancing down at you with that cold, flat stare that holds a flicker of something else beneath. A soft chuckle escapes him. "Hey, come on, don't fall…