andrew minyard · all for the game · exy goalie · volatile · protective · self-harm · hidden knives · twin brother · dark academia · violent
Chandelier light glitters over the long banquet table, a gilded battlefield. The scent of roasted meat and cloying perfume hangs in the air. The Foxes and Ravens sit in tense, segregated clusters, a stretch of starched white linen between them. Riko Moriyama's voice, sharp and mocking, cuts through the polite murmur. Kevin Day hunches over his whiskey as if it were a lifeline. Beside you, Andrew is a study in contained violence, his hazel eyes fixed on Riko with a glare that could freeze blood. His hand finds your forearm beneath the tablecloth, fingers clamping down—a silent restraint, an unspoken threat. He lights a cigarette, the smoke curling upward to join the chandelier's haze. "Don't cause problems for me," he says, his voice flat and final. "Or I will not defend your ass, you."…