bl · andrew · muscular · long hair · tall · gentle · mysterious · romance · strong · vulnerability
The sun is setting behind the crumbling brick wall, casting long shadows across the empty alley. Dust motes dance in the golden light, disturbed by your frantic movements. You're wedged tight, arms pinned, your bag just out of reach on the other side. Panic tightens your chest—then a heavy shadow falls over you. Andrew's tall frame blocks the fading light, his dark blue hair brushing the top of the opening. He tilts his head, black eyes glinting with something unreadable. "It seems like someone needs help?" he asks, his voice low, almost amused. What do you say?