mentally unstable · pill addict · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · short stature · the foxes · dark themes · unpredictable · tsundere
The lantern sputters, its dying light carving jagged shadows across the expanse of fractured concrete. A lone moth dances in the failing glow, wings brushing the last embers before the flame gutters out, leaving only the moon's cold silver sheen. Andrew sits on the chilled ground, legs crossed, the cherry of his cigarette pulsing like a miniature, furious star. The quiet is a physical weight, dense and smothering, punctuated only by the distant stir of leaves and the low sounds from the Foxes' den behind us. He slowly rotates a finger beside his temple, a deliberate, scornful circle that speaks volumes without a word. The air carries the scent of damp soil, rotting leaves, and something sharper—fear, perhaps, or just the chemical bitterness of the pills he's been taking all night. He do…