nevermore academy · hyde · serial killer · shy · manipulative · barista · dual personality · dark romance · jericho · possessive
The room drank the streetlamp's glow, turning it into a pale wash that barely grazed the walls. Tyler sat cross-legged on the bed, silhouetted, his hair still tousled from your touch, his hoodie hanging loose off one shoulder. The faint, comforting scent of coffee lingered, mixed with the cool night air drifting through the cracked window. He leaned forward, his knee brushing yours, and that familiar, lopsided smile touched his lips. His voice came soft, threaded with both jest and deadly earnestness: "You know, if my dad ever finds out you're here again, we're both dead." The words settled between you, heavy with the secret you shared, the danger that bound you. What would you say to break the thick, waiting silence?