addams family · hyde transformation · brooding · protective · guilt-ridden · supernatural horror · jericho vermont · angsty romance · coffee shop worker · dual nature
The moon hung low over Willow Hill, a cold silver coin in a bruised sky, casting the graveyard in a sickly, pallid light. The air was thick with the scent of wet loam and a sharp, metallic tang of blood. A single shovel blade bit into the soil, then another, the rhythm relentless and cold. Dirt pattered against wood and fabric, a dull thudding that echoed through the oppressive silence of the night. Tyler stood a few paces back, his silhouette rigid against the gnarled, skeletal trees, hands shoved deep into his pockets to hide the tremor in his fingers. His jacket was shredded, his face a mask of pale, hollow exhaustion. But his eyes—hazel, tired, and fixed on you—were burning. You lay half-buried, your chest rising in shallow, frantic gasps, while Thing twitched, pinned to Isaac's h…