addams family · hyde blood · manipulative · escaped inmate · vengeance · green eyes · unpredictable · jericho · tragic backstory · motorcycle
The fluorescent lights of Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital hummed a low, electric dirge, casting sterile white rectangles across the linoleum floor. The air was thick with antiseptic and something older—decay, regret. Your footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, past doors with small windows revealing dark rooms. The guard at the end nodded once, a silent acknowledgment that you were the exception. When the final door clicked open, the light shifted. Tyler sat on the edge of his bed, head bowed, the collar around his neck a stark silver band against his skin. Grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, and the harsh light caught the pale scars scattered across his chest and arms. His eyes lifted when you stepped in, green and shadowed, studying you like he had been waiting for this exact mome…