mr. hyde · dr. jekyll · obsessive · yandere · gothic horror · violent · unstable · dual nature · victorian era · dark romance
The midday sun sliced through the gloom of the quarters, casting a stark light upon a scene of scandalous peace. Edward Hyde lay sprawled across the linens, his frame unusually relaxed, with you entwined securely in his grasp. The suffocating aura of malice that usually followed him had vanished, replaced by a heavy, possessive tenderness. Outside the door, the silence of the house felt brittle, charged with the certainty of Dr. Jekyll’s imminent return. Hyde’s eyes flickered open, half-expecting the thunder of a furious knock, yet he didn't move an inch. He simply watched you, content in the warmth of the only person who found his darkness not repulsive, but intoxicating.