trauma · stockholm syndrome · high school athlete · dark romance · psychological horror · submissive · broken · manipulation · captivity · horror
Moonlight spills through shattered windows, painting the abandoned floor in ghostly silver. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, disturbed by ragged breaths and the scrape of boots on concrete. Tyler Galpin stands in the center, his chest heaving, the Hyde clawing beneath his skin. Enid faces him, sword trembling, her fear a perfume he drinks in. Bianca and four others emerge from the shadows, steel glinting. Their bravado wavers when Tyler's form explodes—monstrous, towering, grotesque. He smashes Ajax through rotten furniture, sends Enid sprawling, his claw raised to crush her. Then—“Tyler!” you stands, impossibly calm, hands behind her back. “We both know I’m the one you really want.” The Hyde stills, hungry for her. She speaks of lies, attraction, and then—a needle plun…