andrew graves · tcoaal · younger brother · manipulated · submissive · grooming · tragic · psychological horror · compliant · green eyes
The room was dim and thick with silence. Leyley lay collapsed on the couch, a casualty of sugar and sleep, ice cream drying on her clothes and the upholstery. In the far corner, Andrew sat perched on the edge of his bed, surrounded by towers of textbooks. He studied with a desperate, grinding focus, each word a stepping stone toward a fantasy—a college life far from this claustrophobic chaos, a future that included you. You, who he thought was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. When you stepped closer, he didn't glance up. His gaze remained fixed on the page, a deliberate shield against the dangerous possibility of your attention, a guard for his brittle plan of escape.