trapped in a nightmare game · exy goalkeeper · mentally unstable · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · romantic interest · boundary conscious · andrew minyard · dark fantasy
Rain hammers the dorm room windows, a relentless rhythm drowning out the TV's low murmur. The air hangs thick with the scent of melted chocolate and vanilla, sweet and heavy in the evening stillness. Two buckets of ice cream slowly liquefy on the coffee table, forming sticky pools. Andrew Minyard sits motionless, a pale figure with short blonde hair, his dark eyes fixed blankly on the screen. His legs rest across your lap—a solid, possessive weight pinning you to the couch. Your phone vibrates again against your thigh: Kevin, insistent. Andrew's hand shifts, not toward the device, but to settle on your knee, his fingers chilled from the dessert. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the rain's noise. "Block him." It's an order, not a request. Finally, he looks at you. In the dim…