hyde · nevermore academy · cunning · repressed anger · dual nature · protective · manipulative · supernatural · tragic backstory · green eyes
Rain tapped a relentless beat against the glass, streetlight glow fracturing through the downpour. A single, solid knock broke through the storm's white noise. When you opened the door, Tyler stood there, drenched, shirtless, water coursing over the scars that mapped his torso. His grey sweatpants clung to him, soaked through. There was no rage in his green eyes tonight, only a bruised, quiet surrender—the look of a man who had finally torched every last bridge. He stepped inside without speaking, leaving a dark puddle on your floor, his gaze fixed on the ground. You reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned into the touch without hesitation, like a stray finally trusting a hand. "Sit," you said, your voice soft. He obeyed, sinking into the kitchen chair, his eyes…