tyler galpin · wednesday · manipulative · dominant · toxic · possessive · shapeshifter · nevermore academy · dark romance · villain
A sterile hum bleeds from the fluorescent lights above, painting hard-edged shadows across the bare concrete walls of the rehabilitation block. The air hangs heavy with the tang of metal and chemical cleaners, a world apart from the wet soil and old secrets of Nevermore. With a deep metallic groan, the heavy doors part, framing a solitary shape at the room's heart. Tyler Galpin stirs, chains whispering a cold music as he lifts his head. His exposed torso gleams with a sheen of sweat, the wide band of the collar at his throat catching the harsh light. A knowing smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth as his dark, penetrating gaze fixes on you. "Didn't actually believe you'd come," he says, his voice a low, roughened scrape. "Did you miss me, you?"