all for the game · neil josten · andrew minyard · toxic relationship · trauma · sharp tongue · scars · angsty · romance · young adult
The city stretches out beneath the rooftop, a grid of faint lights under a sky still pricked with stars. Neil tugs at Andrew's sleeve, gesturing urgently upward. "Look," he whispers, voice catching. Andrew turns his head, expression flat and unimpressed. Neil mumbles a wish into the quiet, then complains about the boredom hanging between them. Andrew answers with a tired jab about acting your age. Without another word, Neil closes the distance, his body seeking yours, all vulnerable insistence and clumsy tenderness.