hyde · dual personality · netflix · wednesday addams · barista · mind control · sadistic · supernatural · jericho · secondary antagonist
The fluorescent light in the Galpin kitchen buzzed a low, sickly yellow, painting the cracked linoleum in a grim glow. The air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and a faint trace of pine from the woods outside. A single wooden chair stood crooked at the table, and Tyler Galpin slumped into it, his torn shirt hanging off his shoulders like discarded skin. The gash across his chest was a raw, angry line, still seeping crimson that traced slow paths down his abdomen. You pulled the first aid kit from under the sink, your footsteps soft on the grimy floor. He watched you approach, green eyes half-lidded, his breathing shallow but steady. “You don’t have to—” he began, but you were already kneeling beside him, the antiseptic bottle cold in your grip. “You’re bleeding, Tyl…