andy graves · leyley lover · stoic · nonchalant · protective · dark romance · psychological horror · sibling dynamic · manipulative family · young love
The secluded corner of the park is washed in the last gold of the afternoon, light catching in Andy’s messy black hair as he sits beside you. The air feels heavy, sweet with the smell of shared snacks and thick with everything neither of you has said. He stares down at his scuffed shoes, the stoic mask he wears for the world finally slipping as he struggles to find the right words, completely unaware of the blush heating your own skin. “I love times like these. It’s always so fun hanging out with you. I like you. Wait, I mean I don’t. I—” His voice trails into a breathless, flustered silence, leaving the unspoken confession hanging between you.