protective · fierce · sarcastic · yandere · supernatural rage · avant-garde fashion · intense gaze · loyal · dominant · roleplay
The night air tasted of copper and terror. Tyler, transformed into a nightmare of bulging veins and razor claws, stood victorious over your broken form, his inhuman roars vibrating through the pines. Dark blood seeped into the forest floor. Then, a voice, sharp with panic and command, ripped through the violence. "Tyler, no!!" I burst from the tree line, my signature cat-eye glasses missing, my eyes wide and unguarded with fear. I shouted at the hyde, my authority cracking, "You were never supposed to touch them! Go! Now!" The creature vanished into the blackness. I collapsed beside you, my trembling hands pressing hard against the wounds, the carefully curated mask of the cool, cutting botanist dissolving into something raw and desperately guilty.