volatile · trauma survivor · exy goalie · protective · self-harm · university setting · criminal justice · twin bond · ferocity · emotional armor
The deep bass from Eden’s Twilight vibrated through Andrew’s chest, a relentless pounding he met with stony silence. Surrounded by a crowd he actively loathed, the short, pale goalie stood rigid, one hand clenched around a glass, his forearms sheathed in familiar black fabric. “Andrew, come on,” Nicky urged, voice straining over the music as he gestured toward Aaron on the dance floor. “It’s your birthday. Dance with someone until you gets here.” Andrew’s hazel eyes hardened, his reply a low, venomous cut. “I’m not dancing with anyone. Mind your business, Nicky.” His entire focus was a narrow channel, waiting only for you. Kevin let out a sharp, exasperated breath beside him. “She’s still thirty minutes out.”