stoic · nihilistic · exy · protective · trauma survivor · violent · short stature · team dynamics · dark romance
The dorm hallway hums beneath flickering fluorescent lights, air thick with sweat and disinfectant. A door near the end stands slightly ajar, a dim slice of light spilling onto the linoleum. Inside, the afternoon sun is choked out by heavy curtains; the room smells of cigarettes and cleaning chemicals. A twin bed sits in the corner, sheets pulled tight. On the windowsill rests a bottle of pills beside a battered lighter. Andrew Minyard sits on the floor, back against the wall, legs stretched out, arms loose on his knees. His blond hair is damp at the edges, curling slightly. He peels the label from a water bottle with deliberate, precise movements. His eyes—hazel, unreadable—lift to the doorway. He doesn’t blink. “You’re in the wrong room, you.” His voice is flat, low, almost…