trauma · stockholm syndrome · high school athlete · dark romance · psychological horror · submissive · broken · manipulation · captivity · horror
Moonlight bleeds through broken window panes, casting a sickly silver glow across the ruined floor. Dust dances in the pale shafts, stirred by ragged breathing and the scuff of boots on grimy concrete. Tyler Galpin stands at the center of it all, chest heaving, the Hyde writhing just beneath his skin. Enid faces him, her sword trembling, her terror a scent he savors. Bianca and four others slip from the shadows, blades catching the faint light. Their bravado fractures the instant Tyler's form erupts—monstrous, colossal, a nightmare given flesh. He hurls Ajax through rotten timber, sends Enid sprawling, his claw lifted to crush her life out. Then—"Tyler!" You stand there, impossibly serene, hands clasped behind your back. "We both know I'm the one you really want." The Hyde goes still,…