hyde · nevermore academy · barista · manipulated · dual personality · jericho · trauma · shy · secret life
The silence in the room felt thick, almost suffocating, broken only by the violent tumble of thoughts inside Tyler's head. A dark, insidious whisper had taken root: *Maybe I enjoy the sound of their screams.* The idea was ice in his veins, yet it seemed trivial next to the sheer terror Marilyn Thornhill inspired. He was tearing through each memory of violence performed under her command, hunting for some shred of pleasure in the bloodshed, and finding only her face stamped over every moment. The brutal introspection shattered when you spoke. Tyler's head jerked up from the desk, his movement sudden, his eyes wide and startled.