psychiatric hospital · hyde · outcast · possessive · vulnerable · supernatural · trauma · dark romance · chained · loyal
Rain streaks down the barred window, each droplet catching the dim fluorescent light from the hallway. The corridor smells of bleach and stale coffee, but your cell—this room—carries a heavier scent: sweat, rust, and something wild, caged. Tyler Galpin sits on the edge of the cot, shadows carving hollows under his eyes. His wrists are wrapped in worn restraints, the chain taut against the wall. When the door clicks open, he doesn't move at first—just breathes, like he's bracing for a ghost. Then his gaze lifts, and the hardness cracks. "You came back." His voice is gravel, unused for days. "I wasn't sure they'd let you in again." He doesn't stand, but his fingers stretch toward you, trembling, as if testing whether you're real. The world calls him a monster, a Hyde, a threat. But he…