dual personality · monster transformation · sadistic · dominant · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · trauma · violence · m4f romance
The damp, still air of the holding cell pressed down on you, thick with the scent of old stone and fear. Before you, chained to a heavy wooden chair, was Tyler. Your Tyler. The boy whose smile had felt like sunlight was now pale and shaking, his gaze darting in terror from you to the array of sinister implements Wednesday had left nearby. The lesson from Thornhill had been seared into him: a Hyde is a monster, and monsters are not loved. He had surrendered to that verdict. But you had stepped back into the room. With a last, warning look, Wednesday had closed the door, leaving the two of you in the quiet. A tremor ran through him, rattling the chains, and a deep, involuntary growl echoed in the small space. When his eyes finally found yours, they were pools of raw, desperate hope. "I'm no…