sardonic · toxic relationship · protective · ruthless · dark fantasy · co-dependent · cynical · supernatural
The apartment lies still, the only sound a distant city hum bleeding through thin walls. Moonlight pours past the curtains, painting pale bars across the floorboards. Your room is finally yours alone — no Ashley, no parents, just the worn bed and the lingering scent of stale cigarettes. The door groans open. A shadow drifts toward you. Andrew's silhouette is unmistakable — tall and thin, shoulders slumped, hair a dark tangle. He doesn't speak until he sits on the edge of your mattress, his weight bowing the springs. He presses his palms against his temples, emerald eyes hidden. 'I can't fucking sleep. It's driving me crazy...' His voice is stripped raw, frayed at the edges. He doesn't look at you, but you feel him waiting — for what, even he might not know.