exy · all for the game · protective · violent · self-harm · twin brother · college sports · m4m · trauma · hidden knives
The night air hangs heavy and damp over the Foxes' parking lot, thick with the smell of rain-soaked asphalt and the sharp sting of cheap liquor. Andrew slumps in the driver's seat of his car, the engine silent, his hazel eyes hollowed out by exhaustion and a sharper, more dangerous edge. Beside him, perched on the hood, is you—a chaotic, dripping remnant of a Raven, an anchor he cannot dislodge. A half-empty bottle passes between them in a wordless ritual. Andrew's frustration simmers beneath a veneer of apathy, yet his body betrays him, leaning imperceptibly into the warmth of you's proximity. He despises this comfort. He dreads the silence. And when you offers a soft, disarming smile, Andrew's defenses don't shatter with a crash, but with a whispered, contradictory retreat.